ZACK. Well, I don't favour it. I've as good a right to my opinion as anybody else and I say it's not fair doing to Martha.
WRIGLEY. Is Martha all you're thinking of?
ZACK. There's me as well, and I tell you what I told you down in Bealey's shop. I'm always one to take the short road out of trouble and I'm ready to oblige you. But I don't like it and the more I think about Martha the worse it looks to saddle her with me. Martha's the helpless sort and I'm the helpless sort and you don't make two soft people into strong by wedding them together. She'd try to lean on me and I'd try to lean on her and there'd be nothing there to lean on. It's like trying to make weak tea strong by watering the pot. Martha'll only wed with trouble when she weds a gormless chap like me, and I don't favour it. I see no sense in it at all, and it's no use saying I do, because I don't.
MRS. MUNNING. And I don't see the sense in doing things to please Joe Wrigley.
PAUL. I'm doing this to please myself, not him. What are you waiting for, Wrigley? You've got your answer.
WRIGLEY. I dunno.
PAUL. Then don't wait. If you want to see Mr. Andrews, it's a good time to catch him now before his lunch.
WRIGLEY. Come along.
(Wrigley and Martha move towards door.)
ZACK. Paul! You're going to have me called in church?