JACK. Like nothing on earth.
ELSIE. Then I get you and nothing that I lose counts against that gain.
JACK. You've a fine sweet way of putting things. I just go funny-like all over and the words won't come. But I love you, lass, I love you. I'll be a good husband to you.
ELSIE. It's heaven to hear you say you love me. I want no sweeter words to come than those, I don't deserve it, Jack. Who am I? Elsie Whitworth. Nothing. And you're the grandest, strongest player of your time.
JACK (rising). You think too much of football, Elsie.
ELSIE. That's impossible.
JACK. You do. Football's as good a way as another of earning a week's wages, but that's all it is.
ELSIE. It's the thing you do supremely well.
JACK. Yes. Now and for a few more years maybe, but I'll be an old man for football soon.
ELSIE. That's why I mean to teach you golf. Don't I tell you I have thought about it, Jack? You're going to be as brilliant at golf as now you are at football. I'll never lose my pride in you, your huge, hard muscles and your clean fit body.