Theodore Valentine : Mother, I've met someone who is very dear to me. Mrs. Valentine : Was it your Auntie Hilda, dear? Theodore Valentine : No, mother, I met this girl, this wonderful girl. Mrs. Valentine : Don't be silly, dear, there's no such thing. Theodore Valentine : I think I'm in love. Mrs. Valentine : Nonsense, you're far too young. Theodore Valentine : I'm thirty-four. And a half. Mrs. Valentine : You've got your whole life in front of you, you don't want to fritter it away on some slip of a girl! Theodore Valentine : She's exquisite, I know you'd like her. Mrs. Valentine : I wouldn't count on it, dear. Theodore Valentine : I want to marry her. Mrs. Valentine : Nonsense, I'd never give you my permission. Theodore Valentine : I don't need your permission, mother. Mrs. Valentine : You're just like your father! He went off with some slip of a girl and he didn't ask my permission either!