OSGOOD: I called Mama. She was so happy she
cried. She wants you have her wedding gown. It's
white lace.
JERRY-DAPHNE: Yeah, Osgood. I can't fet married
in your mother'dress. That-she and I, we are not
built the same way.
OSGOOD: We can have it alternative.
JERRY-DAPHNE: Oh no you don't! Osgood, I'm gonna
level with you. We can't get married at all.
OSGOOD: Why not?
JERRY-DAPHNE: Well. In first place, I'm not a natural blonde.
OSGOOD: Doesn't matter.
JERRY-DAPHNE: I smoke, I smoke all time.
OSGOOD: I don't care.
JERRY-DAPHNE: Well, I have a terribile past. For
three years now, I've been living with a
saxophone player.
OSGOOD: I forgive you.
JERRY-DAPHNE: I can never children!
OSGOOD (unperturbed): We can adopt some.
JERRY-DAPHNE (exsasperated): You don' understand Osgood!
(changing to manly voice) I'm A MAN.
OSGOOD (unruffled and still in love): Well, nobody' perfect.
