Porter Hollingsway: OK. OK, you win. I'll marry you. How about it?
Lora Mae Hollingsway: Thanks... for nothing.
Porter Hollingsway: Now what kind of an answer is that?
Lora Mae Hollingsway: I don't know. I just felt like it. That's all.
Porter Hollingsway: We'll do all right, kid. We're starting out where it takes most marriages years to get, out in the open. No jokers. You'll see. You've made a good deal, Lora Mae.
Mrs. Finney: [walking into the room] Lora Mae, honey, if you want me I'll be over at the Callahans' playing...
Lora Mae Hollingsway: Happy new year, Ma. We're gonna get married.
Mrs. Finney: ...Bingo!
[She faints]

Porter Hollingsway: What do you want me to do about it - build you a personal broadcasting system?
Lora Mae Hollingsway: You don't need a station. Just yell a little louder.