Second Honeymoon

Vicky:
You're still drinking?

Raoul McLish:
Well, no more, no less. Hereditary - Father, you know, and...

Vicky:
[impatiently] Yes, I remember. Your father drank a quart of whiskey every day of his life and died at the age of 73 trying to fly a plane.

Raoul McLish:
Exactly! [laughs]

Joy:
Don't you ever have any fun?

Leo McTavish:
Fun?

Joy:
Uh-huh.

Leo McTavish:
Well, uh, I've found really a splendid pasttime.

Leo McTavish:
Ho-Ho. I mean, don't you know any girls?

Leo McTavish:
Girls? My experience with dalliance has been nil.

Joy:
Dalliance?

Leo McTavish:
It means to dally around wantonly.

Joy:
Oh! On account of you've been so busy?

Leo McTavish:
Very busy.

Vicky:
You mean you're married to McTavish?

Joy:
Well, we've had the ceremony.

Raoul McLish:
Well, you're not my valet any longer, Mac.

Leo McTavish:
Huh?

Raoul McLish:
Beginning tomorrow you're in the ink business. You're going to be my personal representative at the factory, learning the works at first. But with your thirst for knowledge, you'll soak up the ink business like a blotter.