[as they're driving up a winding, mountain dirt road
] Well, when I'm bored, I drive fast. I pretend I'm on my way to meet something utterly new, all naked and bright. I've gone 105 along here.
Oh, what are you trying to do, impress me?
Well, why don't you stand on it, old man? You're just as stuffy as Albert. The same Victorian hang-up. You probably still think a woman's place is in the home.
Not in *my* home.