[Costello lights up a cigar] Abbott: Put that out. There's no smoking in here. Costello: What makes you think I'm smokin'? Abbott: You've got a cigar in your mouth! Costello: I've got shoes on... don't mean I'm walkin'. Costello: He's gonna make a wonderful husband. Abbott: You don't even know what a husband is. Costello: A husband is what's left of a sweetheart after the nerve has been killed.