Boggs: I heard of your tragedy. I'd be honored if you'd consent to be my wife.
Helen: It's too late for that.
Boggs: No. I meant you, madam.
Helen: Why, Boggs, have you lost your mind? I mean, I've only accepted your familiarity over the years because I was afraid of class warfare.
Boggs: I am aware of that. However, in view of the developments in the last half an hour, our stations have, shall we say, grown a little closer. Now, then, Boggs Madam, it so happens, I have a considerable sum of money stashed away.
Helen: Really? Where did you get it, Boggs?
Boggs: From you and yours, madam. I've been embezzling from your family for close to a quarter of a century.
Helen: Why, Boggs, how clever of you. Exactly how much money do you have?
Boggs: As I recall my Emily Post, a lady does not ask her chauffeur how much he stole from her dead husband. Let us just say, I am very comfortable. Shall we go to dinner and talk about the future?
Diane: Bon appetit.
Helen: You know, Boggs, I must confess, I've always found the back of your head enormously attractive.
Boggs: I sensed it, madam. Uh, would you do me a favor, madam?
Helen: What's that?
Boggs: Would you drive?
Helen: Oh, kinky.