Chip: A tad more wine, Mrs. Wallencott?
Mrs. Wallencott: Why, Chip, I hope you're not trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me.
Chip: Certainly not, Mrs. Wallencott.
Harry: Mrs. Wallencott. You are having this conversation right in front of your husband. What say we take it on down to the drawing room, and leave the pretty boy behind with the cheese. [licks her hand]