Tony McVane:
[at Major Hammond's home, making stew]
Seriously, why don't you get yourself a husband?
Kay:
Where from?
Tony McVane:
Oh, anywhere. You'd have no difficulty.
Kay:
No?
Tony McVane:
No, not if you put your mind to it.
Kay:
Oh. My mind.
Tony McVane:
Yes, good women are scarce. You'd make a grand wife -- honestly.
Kay:
Because I can cook?
Tony McVane:
Well, that is a selling point.
Kay:
I suppose you don't want a nice, plain cook?
Tony McVane:
Me? No. Whatever made you think that?
Kay:
Pass me the pepper, please.
Tony McVane:
Mmm.
[hands her the pepper]
Tony McVane:
Think of the advantages of marriage... well, Al least you wouldn't have to go tramping around making an ass of yourself just to earn money.
Kay:
I take that to be a description of newspaper reporting?
Tony McVane:
Ohh, all that sort of thing. I mean, a married woman doesn't have to descend to vulgarities just to keep herself going.
Kay:
Of all the pompous, conceited snobs I have ever met, you are the most insufferable. Do you know that for one appalling moment I thought you were going to propose to me? And luckily, I was wrong- otherwise I would have had the *great* pleasure of telling you that life with you would be just exactly my idea of purgatory. I hope I never set eyes on you again. Goodbye!
[she stalks out of the kitchen, but then returns]
Kay:
Oh, I, uh... forgot, I'm living here. As I can't bounce out of the house, would you mind removing yourself?
Tony McVane:
[on his way out Tony gives her a kitchen towel, apron, and a wooden spoon]
Goodbye, darling.
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