Marquis of Buckminster:
Oh, all right, I'll marry somebody.
Dowager Marchioness of Buckminster:
"Somebody"! Do you know how many girls there are for you to choose from?
Marquis of Buckminster:
Roughly 6,000,000, aren't there?
Dowager Marchioness of Buckminster:
Exactly 7 young women who are fit to bear our name, and your children.
Marquis of Buckminster:
Oh...
Dowager Marchioness of Buckminster:
That is, in England.
Marquis of Buckminster:
That's right, dear, buy British, yes. Well, come on, tell me the worst.
Dowager Marchioness of Buckminster:
My first choice, the Roxbury twins.
Marquis of Buckminster:
Both of them?
Dowager Marchioness of Buckminster:
Either of them.