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Keep a stiff upper lip. Everything’s going to turn out O. K. Good-night.

You certainly do think you’re God Almighty, don’t you?

I don’t get you.

Oh, well, let it go. I guess I don’t feel so good.

[Still busy with his bed]: Maybe it’s the vino. It don’t agree with some folks.

[A slight pause.]

I guess I’m just nervous.

I’d be nervous myself if I’d just been married.

Would you?

If I was a girl, I would.