— Do you mind if I ask you a question, frankly?
— Do you love my daughter?
— Any guy in love with your daughter oughta have his head examined.
— That's an evasion.
— She picked a perfect running mate: King Westley, the pill of the century. She needs a guy that'd sock her once a day whether it's coming to her or not. If you had half the brains you're supposed to, — you'd have done it yourself.
— Do you love her?
— A normal human being couldn't live with her without going nutty! She's my idea of nothing.
— I asked a simple question: Do you love her?
— Yes!