"A girl don't have to—be rich to get married right."
"You'll have as good as mama can afford to give it to her girl."
"It—it would be different if Lester's uncle and all wasn't in the Acme Club crowd, and if I hadn't got in with all that bunch. It's the last expense I'll ever be to you, mama."
"Oh, baby, don't say that!"
"I—me and Lester—Lester and me were talking, mama—when the engagement's announced next week—a reception—"
"We can clear out this room, move the bed out of gramaw's room into ours, and serve the ice-cream and cake in—"
"Oh, mama, I don't mean—that!"
"What?"
"Who ever heard of having a reception here! People won't come from town 'way out to this old—cabbage-patch. Even Gertie Wolf, with their big house on West Pine Boulevard, had her reception at the Walsingham Hotel. You—We—can't expect Mark Haas and all the relations—the Sinsheimers— and—all to come out here. I'd rather not have any."
"But, Selene, everybody knows we ain't millionaires, and that you got in with that crowd through being friends at school with Amy Rosen. All the city salesmen and the boys on Washington Avenue, even Mark Haas himself, that time he was in the store with Lester, knows the way we live. You don't need to be ashamed of your little home, Selene, even if it ain't on West Pine Boulevard."