- Ellen Beeker: Hi, darling.
- [as Beeker enters DeWitt's hospital room where he's awaiting back surgery; and she's cautiously waiting to get up the nerve to tell him of her failing the blood test required for marriage license]
- Dr. Gordon DeWitt: Hello there!
- [Beeker crosses to her fiance's bed, bends low and gives him a quick, slight kiss on cheek, of the chaste variety, and softly touches his arm]
- Dr. Gordon DeWitt: Come on¡ I know I have a bad back, but it's not contagious
- Ellen Beeker: [Offers a forced laugh and smile; leans forward and wraps her arms tightly around his back and pulls herself into him]
- Dr. Gordon DeWitt: Mmm; that's better. A few more like that and I'll make it to the moon as a spaceship.
- Dr. Gordon DeWitt: Joe, what kind of man would I be marrying Ellen when there's a good chance the only move I'll make is from a hospital bed to a wheelchair?
- Dr. Joe Gannon: ...I think you're copping out. You can't bear the thought of what she did.
- Dr. Gordon DeWitt: How would you feel if that happened to the girl you were gonna marry?
- Dr. Joe Gannon: [soft, but lecturing] You're something; really something. The big campus swinger finds his little white flower is a bit withered and it drags up all the deep seated morality he never practiced himself.
- Dr. Gordon DeWitt: Are you saying what she did was right?
- Dr. Joe Gannon: [exasperated] Forget it - just FORGET it! I mean if that is the scope of your objectivity, just forget about every being a doctor.
- Dr. Joe Gannon: [enters DeWitt's room where Beeker stands at his bedside where he's a bit 'out of it', recovering from the critical surgery on his back, a success; the couple's differences finally resolved - with Gannon's wise-old-man-type assist and prodding; wedding's back on; here Gannon surmises they're clearly 'over the moon'] I think we better let the space man get some rest; pretty soon it's off to the moon.
- [the couple can't take their eyes off each other; oblivious to Gannon's gentle instruction to Beeker]
- Dr. Joe Gannon: For both of you.
- Ellen Beeker: [Turns her head and returns remark with a big smile -- as if she really means it, because she does. No words necessary. Gannon, noting the obvious - just a few minutes of privacy - turns, exits down corridor; the closing music perfectly crests at a crescendo, leading into the end credits]
- Dr. Joe Gannon: Information is strictly confidential. The state has laws...
- [bluntly interrupted by Beeker's frustrated, embarrassed response]
- Ellen Beeker: I said there aren't any conquests!
- Dr. Joe Gannon: Is that what you're gonna tell your patients - they get Syphilis from a door knob or a dirty towel, or are you gonna level with them and tell them it's contacted through sexual contact - anyone you've been intimate with.
- [stopped by Beeker's outburst]
- Ellen Beeker: [raised voice] Stop it. You talk to me like I'm a trollop.
- Dr. Joe Gannon: [softly] I didn't mean that... .
- Ellen Beeker: ...I'm sorry, Doctor. How do you tell the man you're gonna marry you have Syphilis?
- Dr. Joe Gannon: Head on.