Without Love

She's much older than I am.

That's very often the case.

- Not necessarily.

- Really?

Perhaps I've just never met a son

who was older than his mother.

No, no, no. I'm talking about Edwina.

- Edwina.

- Edwina is older than I am.

She's going to be married next month.

- What would you do?

- I'd go to sleep.

No. That's a coward's way.

Edwina's mother and my mother

were the best of friends.

Our fathers were the best of friends.

Our uncles were best friends.

Edwina and I have been engaged

since we were that high...

That high.

I love her and she loves me.

At least I think I do.

Now, you take love.

- You take love.

- Why, what's the matter?

You see this book?

It's logical, it's clear, it's honest.

It doesn't tell you one thing today...

...and another thing tomorrow.

It doesn't double-cross you.

It's beautiful.

I'd rather have it than any woman

who ever lived.

You know something?

I'm sober and you are terribly drunk.

I've gotta go on the wagon.

I've never heard of dogs barking before.

- Hi.

- Who are you?

Pat Jamieson. You brought me

here last night, remember?

Oh, did I? Well, I didn't...

- I don't remember any dog.

- I'm sure there was a dog.

- Would you hold that, please?

- Sure.

And take it over here.

Here, I'll take the cleaver.

- Now put it against the post there.

- Sure.

Thank you. That's it.

- Nice house your cousin Jamie has.

- Do you know Jamie?

Well, you told me about her last night.

- Nice cellar, isn't it?

- Why, yeah.

Would you put that right against

the sewing machine over there?

Down... On the floor.

Down on the floor against the corner.

I say, pardon me for asking...

...but are you gonna dig a hole here

or something...

...because I don't think

Jamie would like you to...

...even if I said you could last night.

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