Theodore Valentine:
Mother, I've met someone who is very dear to me.
Mrs. Valentine:
Was it your Auntie Hilda, dear?
Theodore Valentine:
No, mother, I met this girl, this wonderful girl.
Mrs. Valentine:
Don't be silly, dear, there's no such thing.
Theodore Valentine:
I think I'm in love.
Mrs. Valentine:
Nonsense, you're far too young.
Theodore Valentine:
I'm thirty-four. And a half.
Mrs. Valentine:
You've got your whole life in front of you, you don't want to fritter it away on some slip of a girl!
Theodore Valentine:
She's exquisite, I know you'd like her.
Mrs. Valentine:
I wouldn't count on it, dear.
Theodore Valentine:
I want to marry her.
Mrs. Valentine:
Nonsense, I'd never give you my permission.
Theodore Valentine:
I don't need your permission, mother.
Mrs. Valentine:
You're just like your father! He went off with some slip of a girl and he didn't ask my permission either!