So, uh, are we going anywhere special tonight? –I-I-I just got us into a little place called, um, Harryhausen's. –(gasp) Harryhausen's?! But it's impossible to get a reservation there. –Not for Googlybear. I will see you at quitting time, and not a minute later! –OK, sweetheart. –Think romantical thoughts.
Look, Wilby, I'm in a hurry. –Now what about my 7 bucks? –Yeah, what about it? –Cough it up. Pop pulled the plug on my allowance. –Oh, look, Wilby, I'm sorry but you know how it is. I've got a date with Allison. –I'm sick and tired of financing your romances!
I hope it stays quiet. I've got more shopping to do after we get off. –I've finished mine. –What'd you get your girlfriend? –Stationery set, some paper, envelopes, leather binding. –Joe, you'll never learn. –Well, what's the matter? –No woman wants a stationery set. You get her something personal. –Well, it's got her initials on it. –No, no, no. You want something more sentimental, romantic. –What'd you get Eileen? –Well, it's different in her case. –What'd you get your wife? –A sewing machine. –That's romantic. –Well, it is in a way-- –Why didn't you buy her a catcher's mitt?
Eunice, I-- I know I don't seem to be a very romantice person. –Hmph. I'm not looking for romance, Howard. –Oh. –No, I'm looking for something more important than that, something stronger. As the years go by, romance fades and something else takes its place. Do you know what that is? –Senility. –Trust! –That's what I meant.