Charles Firbank: Good God. Doesn't speak English? And yet, on the other hand, if one will go around marrying persons who pop out of cakes, it's bound to be, well, rather catch as catch can, isn't it, sir? Stanley Ford: My God, you're Italian! Stanley Ford: Push the button, Harold. Stanley Ford: You get-um dressed, me go talk-um Butler. Charles Firbank: This is Mr. Ford's shower - thermostatically controlled at Mr. Ford's body temperature: ninety-eight point *seven*! Stanley Ford: Good evening, Judge Blackstone. I'm afraid this is a mournful occasion. Judge Blackstone: Not at all, my boy, not at all. Been married 38 years myself. And I don't regret one day of it. The one day I don't regret was... August 2, 1936. She was off visiting her ailing mother at the time.