“rear window to marry” Stella: Look, Mr Jeffries, I’m not an educated woman but I can
tell you one thing – when a man and a woman see each
other, and like each other, they ought to come together –
wham – like a couple of taxis on Broadway. Not
sit around analysing each other like two
specimens in a bottle.
Jeff: There’s an intelligent way to
approach marriage.
Stella: Intelligence! Nothing has caused the human race so much
trouble as intelligence. Ha! Modern marriage.
Jeff: Now, we’ve progressed emotionally…
Stella: Baloney! Once it was: see somebody, get excited, get
married. Now, it’s read a lot of books,
fence with a lot of
four-syllable words,
psychoanalyse each other until you
can’t tell the difference between a petting party and a civil
service exam.
Jeff: People have different emotional levels.
Stella: When I married Miles, we were both a couple of
maladjusted misfits . We are
still
maladjusted misfits. And
we have loved every minute of it.
Jeff: Well that’s fine, Stella. Now would you fix me a sandwich,
please?
Stella: Yes, I will. And I’ll spread a little
common sense on the
bread. Lisa’s
loaded to her fingertips with love for you. I
got two words of advice for you: marry her.
Jeff: She pay you much?
Stella: [
disapproving
] Oh…
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