Gerard Maule: [after telling Maule that she has rejected Fawn's marriage proposal] He's desperate for a wife. Other men ain't!
Adelaide Palliser: Gerald Maule, you're so smug I could hit you.
Gerard Maule: I wouldn't try it, Missy. You might get as good as you get.
Adelaide Palliser: You ain't a gentleman, that's what!
Gerard Maule: You just discovered that?
Adelaide Palliser: You've no need to look so pleased with yourself.
Gerard Maule: Oh, but I'm not. On the contrary Miss Palliser, I am so conscious of my defects I can never presume to offer myself as a husband, least of all to a decent girl like you.
Adelaide Palliser: But that's just it. When I'm with you, I don't care a bit for being decent. I feel positively indecent, and I like it! Now do you understand?
Gerard Maule: [laughs] Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear. Whatever shall we do with this? Whatever shall we do with you?