Will: J-Janet, whoa. Hold on, hold on. Wait a minute. wait a minute. Sheesh! Wait a minute. I mean, don't you think it's a little early to be talking about marriage?
Janet: Excuse me? Well, then what did you have in mind?
Will: I don't know. Dinner, maybe a dance or two.
Janet: Oh, is that right? A moment ago, you were chewing on my earlobe, Mr. Niblet. Did you think you could sample the milk without putting a down payment on the cow?
Will: I ordered lemonade.
Janet: Well, you're not gonna drink it. You're cutting out that sugar, too. No husband of mine will sit around getting fat and watching TV all day and leaving me with all the work of raising six kids by myself. Oh, no. Mm-mm.
Will: But-
Janet: But, nothing. And look at me when I'm talking to you! [Will gives a concerned look to camera] William, who are you looking at?