Gus: Lita, I love you. And I don't want to lose you. Marry me.
Lita: What? Oh, my God. You're proposing to me in some fleabag motel
in the middle of West Virginia? Gus, come on.
Gus: It's the thought that counts.
Gus: Lita, I love you. And I don't want to lose you. Marry me.
Lita: What? Oh, my God. You're proposing to me in some fleabag motel
in the middle of West Virginia? Gus, come on.
Gus: It's the thought that counts.