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: [during an air-raid drill
] Guinevere, I'm scared! Guinevere Pettigrew
: It's just a drill, I'm sure it's just a drill. Delysia
: But it won't always be, will it? We're going to war, aren't we? Guinevere Pettigrew
: Yes we are. And that is why you must not waste a second of this precious life. Listen to me. Once I too had ambitions. Not your grand ones, simple ambitions. Marriage, children and a house of our own. He died, in the mud in France. A good, solid man. You would call him dull, no doubt, but he smiled whenever he saw me and we could've built a life on that. Your heart knows the truth, Delysia. Trust it.
: I'm afraid I walked in on your guest in his state of nature. I fear that I have outraged his sense of propriety. Delysia
: Oh no, Phil doesn't have one of those. Guinevere Pettigrew
: He's a much bigger boy than I had anticipated. Delysia
] Oh you noticed that too.
: Phil's a theatre producer! Well, his father is. Phil's got his first show on at the Ambassador, and I've got the lead. Well, I'm pretty sure I have *now*
[holds up lingerie and giggles
: Are you alright? Guinevere Pettigrew
: I have never sworn before in my life! Not even in my mind! Delysia
: I didn't hear you swear. Guinevere Pettigrew
: Yes I did! I said damned and hell, and I meant them. Delysia
: Oh, that's not swearing. They came out of the sinful category an age ago!
: Well I didn't answer the telephone because I *couldn't* answer the telephone! Delysia
: Why not? Edythe
: I was in the bathroom. Delysia
: Having a bath? Edythe
: No, I just - didn't answer the telephone. And now Joe says the engagement's off! Just because of one stupid little misunderstanding!
: Men are so untrusting. I can't think why.
: However did you get in? Michael
: One picks up a few tricks in prison, you know, breaking and entering being one of them.
: Pure and simple, I want you to marry me, and it's a one word conversation Delysia. Guinevere Pettigrew
: Don't you think, that on such a momentous occasion, a little time should be allowed? Michael
: Oh, stalling tactic. Is it because I'm not rich enough for her? Guinevere Pettigrew
: Certainly not. Michael
: Well, it's true. I'm wearing most of my worldly possessions. I could never afford this kind of blackmail.
[gestures around Nick's flat
: Oh, and who pays you for playing the piano, huh? Are you telling me you give Nick his money back after every show? Michael
: No, and every damned shilling I take hurts me to the bone, which is why it's got to change Delysia. Money or love, that's the question I'm asking. Here's the deal: I'll play for you today, Delysia, and for the rest of your life if you'll marry me. Never again if you don't.
: Do you know what my name is, Guinevere? Guinevere Pettigrew
: I was under the impression it was Delysia Lafosse. Delysia
: Sarah Grubb. One of the Pittsburg Grubbs. My father is a steelworker. No one else in the world knows that apart from Michael. And he doesn't judge me. Guinevere Pettigrew
: No, he wouldn't. Delysia
: But you do. Guinevere Pettigrew
: Me? I certainly do not. Delysia
: Oh, you think you don't, but you do. For all the fancy apartments and fashion shows, do you know how close I am to having nothing? Every day I wake up and I think, if I make the wrong move, I could be out on that street with no clothes, no food, no job, and no friends. Just plain old Sarah Grubb again. Do you know what that's like? Guinevere Pettigrew
: Yes, I do. Delysia
: You do? Guinevere Pettigrew
: In that, at least, we are alike.
: Is the offer still open? Nick
: Get up!
[Michael stands and nick knocks him back down with a punch to the nose
: Well, is it a yes or is it a no? Michael
: What? Delysia
: Well will you doggone marry me or will you doggone not?
[he grins in delight, scrambles up, socks Nick square in the jaw, and pulls Delysia to her feet
: Yes. God help me, yes!
[they kiss fervently
: "Four's a Crowd"'s a wonderful movie. Who were you? Delysia Lafosse
: The crowd.
[at a lingerie fashion show
] Guinevere Pettigrew
: She's naked! Delysia Lefosse
: Hardly! She's got so much whale boning on her that I'm looking for a tale and flippers.
: Ice pick? Delysia
: It's in the drawer. Somewhere! Ice in the Fridgedair? Michael
: I want the pick for murder, not ice.
: There is something so sensual about fur next to the skin, don't you think?