David Poe:
Oliver, Nancy and I are going to get married.
Nancy Benson:
We love each other, Mr. Poe.
Oliver Poe:
That's Victorian bourgeois. I'll prove it you.
[calls mistress on speaker phone]
Oliver Poe:
Laverne, are we sleeping together?
Laverne Baker:
Yes, Oliver.
Oliver Poe:
Do we love each other? Are we married?
Laverne Baker:
Yes, dear. No, dear.
Oliver Poe:
[disconnects speaker phone]
Case closed.
David Poe:
Nancy's parents are married.
Nancy Benson:
[pleading]
They've been happy for nineteen years!
Oliver Poe:
[sarcastic]
They're freaks.
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