Susan Bradley: Would it be possible you don't want to marry me?
H.H. Hartsey: Now wait a minute, Miss Bradley. I wanna marry ya, I wanna marry ya somethin' like all get-out. I wanna marry ya somethin' awful, ma'am. But please, ma'am, please say no.
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