- Benny: Gosh, you're pretty--you're awful pretty.
- Hilda: Aw, you're fooling.
- Benny: Oh no, ma'am. You're even prettier than she was.
- Hilda: Who was she?
- Benny: She was my girl.
- Hilda: Isn't she your girl anymore?
- Benny: Oh, no. No, she's gone. They're all gone, now.
- Hilda: Oh? Bet you're a regular lady killer.
- Benny: Oh yes, ma'am, but I didn't mean to. Honest I didn't.