Taylor.
You ain’t terribly talkative for a woman, my girl.
Norah.
I haven’t got anything to say at the moment.
Taylor.
Well, I guess it’s better to have a wife as talks too little than a wife as talks too much.
Norah.
[With her tongue in her cheek.] I suppose absolute perfection is rare—in women, poor wretches.
Taylor.
What’s that?