MARIE: "Lud, Lud, who was it said...that quote about...oh, you know, what was that quote? Here, give me your glasses. Do you remember?"
LUD: "Did you just hear what you said, Marie?"
MARIE: "Well, I reckon so. I just said it. What?"
LUD: "You 'bout to say something somebody said - you couldn't think who said it or what it was they said."
MARIE: (To cat) "Oh, and I suppose that that never happens to him, does it, Bootsie?"
LUD: (superior) "If I couldn't think who said something or what it was they said, I simply would not bring up the subject, Marie... I'd simply keep my mouth shut. Somethin' I wish you'd consider more often."
MARIE: (Let's out a masochistic sigh) "I used to tolerate that kind of talk. I told myself it was your hernia made you act so hateful. I have let you walk all over me. I'll bet if I called that radio psychologist she'd tell me to just pack my bags and cut loose. Easy for her to say . . . she has a degree in psychology."
LUD: "Oh, I doubt that."