BROOME. What’s big?
LEONARD. There’s something in these primal relations, you know.
BROOME. I dunno what y’re talkin’ about.
LEONARD. I beg your pardon.
BROOME. It seems you’re my son-in-law.
LEONARD. Yes, of course. Very jolly isn’t it?
BROOME. That doesn’t mean as I’m goin’ to take liberties. I’ve had a talk with your mother and we come to an agreement that least said soonest mended so don’t look for no pryin’ from me nor my wife. There’s a thing or two I don’t understand but I do say this. Whatever mistakes you’ve made you’ve come out at the finish like a man.
LEONARD. It’s very handsome of you to say so, I’m sure but—
BROOME. I know a man when I see one and there’s my hand on it. [He offers his hand which LEONARD takes rather hesitatingly.] You’ve done the fair thing and I honour you for it.
LEONARD. It’s very charming of you I’m sure and your commendation is very—very cheering but, really—