Mrs. Miniver

My opinion has got nothing to do
with the quality of my merchandise.

If you'd called your rose a "Lady
Beldon," I'd have said right and proper.

- But who's Mrs. Miniver?
- The nicest lady in the neighborhood...

...Mr. Huggins, that's who.
- Yeah, maybe, but a newcomer.

No, Mr. Ballard, you stick to the railway
and leave roses alone.

Why should I? Why should I?
They're my hobby, the roses are.

And the railway can go to...
- Doesn't she look lovely?
- And a sense of humor too.

I loved the way she handled Vin
this afternoon.

I think she's coming over.
- Hello.
- Good evening, Miss Beldon.

- Please, sit down.
- Sit down, won't you?

Thank you.
- Enjoying it?
- Yes, such a wonderful band.

- How about a cordial?
- No, thanks.

- Cigarette?
- No, thanks.

- I was rather looking for your son.
- I'm sorry, Vin's not here.

No, he's suffering
from an acute case of maturity.

Yes. But it'll pass.
We give it a week or two, at the outside.

I wanted to tell him I was sorry
about this afternoon.

I rather think he wanted to say
the same thing himself. It's a pity...

I beg your pardon.
For you, Miss Beldon.

Thank you.
- May I?
- Of course.

- Secret?
- Well, I suppose it is.

- Do I scent romance?
- Well, it is intriguing.

Will you excuse me?
Please don't get up.

- I'll see you later.
- Is it that big Navy lad from Dartmouth?

You'd be surprised.