Owen Newitt: I believe this is your filling.
Geraldine: Oh... Thank you, Owen...
Owen Newitt: I'd have brought it sooner, but I've only just passed it.
Geraldine: Right... I won't be putting it right back in then...
[Geraldine has turned down Owen's proposal of marriage]
Reverend Geraldine Granger: Promise me you're not too upset?
Owen Newitt: Well, I don't know yet how upset I am.
Reverend Geraldine Granger: Well, not so upset you're going to go kill yourself or anything like that?
Owen Newitt: I haven't decided. But, before I do, answer me one question.
Reverend Geraldine Granger: Oh, anything.
Owen Newitt: Right. Have you been drinking?
Reverend Geraldine Granger: Have had one little dropsicle, yes.
Owen Newitt: Because if there's one thing I can't stand it's a woman who drinks. So, no, I'm not upset at all. In fact I'm very grateful to you from saving me from marriage to a lush who reeks of gin from dusk till dawn. Madam, I bid you farewell, you revolting old soak.
[Owen storms out]
Reverend Geraldine Granger: That is one hell of a charming dude.