— You can not be so contrary.
— I'm a woman, Mary. I can be as contrary as I choose.

— Just how long is she here for?
— Who knows?
— No guest should be admitted with no departure date settled.

— Are we to be friends, then?
— We are allies, my dear, which can be a good deal more effective.

— I suspect she's quite a tough nut.
— And I'm quite a tough nutcracker.

— Other men have normal families with sons-in-law who farm or preach or serve their country in the army.
— Maybe they do, but no family is ever what it seems from the outside.

I'm not unhappy. I'm just not quite ready to be happy.

And what would be the point of living if we didn't let life change us?

You should have had a church wedding... You in a white dress, me looking like a fool.

— What would you like me to get you?
— A different life.

Well, if we only had moral thoughts, what would the poor churchmen find to do?

— Hello, Edith, dear.
— Hello, Granny. Isn't it exciting?
— At my age one must ration one's excitement.

— Why dwell on that now?
— Because I want the pleasure of saying, "I told you so."

— Tomorrow, you'll make an appointment with the doctor and see what he says.
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— Then there's expense.
— If you must pay money, better to a doctor than an undertaker.

— What about you? What about your heart?
— Haven't you heard? I don't have a heart. Everyone knows that.
— Not me, my lady.

Love is like riding, or speaking French. If you don't learn it young, it's hard to get the trick of it later.

Some manners wouldn't go amiss.