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!
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