Susan Ross: If you don't want to marry me, George, just say so. [crying] Just say so.
George: No, no. Still marry, still marry.
Susan Ross: You don't love me.
George: No, no. Still love. Still love.
Susan Ross: My friends told me that you were too neurotic and that I was making a mistake.
George: No, no. No mistake, no mistake. No, no, listen. We're going to get married over Christmas. I... It doesn't make any difference to me. It's fine. Really.
Susan Ross: You sure?
George: Yeah, yeah, sure, Christmas. Snow. Santa. All that stuff.