Margaret: Cliff, is something wrong?
Cliff: It's about the wedding, Margaret. I don't think I want to get married just yet.
Margaret: Why, Cliff? Don't you love me?
Cliff: Oh, Maggie, of course I love you. But, if we're going to get married, I want it to be our decision, and not Ma's. That woman has been making decisions for me long enough. We'll know in our hearts when the time is right.
Margaret: Oh, Cliff!
Cliff: Maggie, when I propose to you, it's going to be the most romantic thing you've ever heard.
Margaret: I don't know, Cliff. It would be awfully hard to beat the way your ma said it.
Cliff: Yeah. Oh, Margaret? You'll, uh you'll still be my girlfriend, won't you?
Margaret: Oh, yes, Cliff. I understand completely. You want to be your own man.
Cliff: Exactly. All right! Now, would you get out there and tell that to my mother?