You: Is it? I’m sorry.
She: Don’t be silly. I’ve been married six years.
You: Gee, he must’ve married you out of high school.
She: Kidder! (She is pleased.) Well, I guess I did get married kind of young.
You: I’ll say you did.
She: I think it’s better that way, don’t you? Keeps kids out of mischief.
You: I don’t know. I almost got married, but—I always thought maybe I’d better see the world first.
She: Maybe the Right One didn’t come along for you.
You: I guess that was it. Just my luck to find her when—oh, well.
She: What were you going to say?