9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for June 26, 2014

Transcript:

Man: My sense of honor or propriety, my regard for you, tell me that we are doing things in the wrong order, that we shouldn't be making love...at least, not at first, Woman: you like your love well ordered, like a bed with hospital corners? Man: I sound silly. Woman: You have been my savior in an occupied land, my knight with jokes of shining armor. Man: Well, you think my idea of love is silly. Woman: you think my idea of love is debauched. Man: What if we meet in the middle? Woman: I'll bring the wine, you bring the jokes.