Ellie:
A man here to see you, sweetheart.
Peter:
Who, me? You wanna see me?
Detective:
What's your name?
Ellie:
Are you addressin' me?
Detective:
Yeah, what's your name?
Peter:
Hey, wait a minute! That's my wife you're talkin' to. What do you mean comin' in here? What do you want anyway?
Detective:
We're lookin' for somebody.
Peter:
Yeah. Well, look your head off and don't come bustin' in here. This isn't the public park...
Ellie:
Now, don't get so excited Peter. The man just asked you a simple question.
Peter:
Ohh. Is that so? Say, how many times have I told you to stop buttin' in when I'm having an argument?
Ellie:
Well, you don't have to lose your temper.
Peter:
[mocking her] 'You don't have to lose your temper.' That's what you said the other time too, every time I try to protect ya. The other night at the Elks Dance when that big Swede made a pass at ya.
Ellie:
He didn't make a pass at me. I told you a million times.
Peter:
Oh no. I saw him. Kept pawin' you all over the dance floor.
Ellie:
He didn't. You were drunk.
Peter:
Aw nuts. You're just like your old man. Once a plumber's daughter, always a plumber's daughter. There's not an ounce of brains in your whole family.
Ellie:
Oh Peter Warne, you've gone far enough. I won't sit here and...
Peter:
Aw, shut up!...Quit bawlin'! Quit bawlin'!
Detective:
[leaving] I told you they were a perfectly nice married couple.
Peter:
Hey you know, you weren't bad jumping in like that. You've got a brain, haven't you!
Ellie:
Well, you're not so bad yourself.
Peter:
You know, we could start a two-people stock company. If things get tough, we'll play the small-town auditoriums...
Ellie:
What about Cinderella or a real hot love story?
Peter:
Oh no, no, no. That's too mushy.
Ellie:
Oh I like mushy stuff.
