(Enter Mr. Nelson sporting a large gold vest, huge cuffs, a big belly; his fingers are covered with rings)
Nelson: Hey, neighbour—well, well, your old lady says that—what didn't she say, that woman? Ha! There's your daughter. Well, well, when shall we get married, honey?
Angelica:
I have no idea.
Townly:
Not everything's ready yet.
Nelson: Ready, ready, I'm ready. Yes, yes, Angie, I give you my word. Take the biggest ring from my finger—it's yours.
Angelica:
We aren't at the altar yet.
Townly:
We have to consider.
Nelson:
Let's consider, let's consider.
Angelica:
We must take precautions.
Nelson: (grabbing her hand)
Take, take.