Linda Keene: What are the grounds for divorce in this state? Clerk: Marriage. Peter P. Peters: I told you, I haven't even met her. But I'd kinda like to marry her... I think I will. Newsboy: [shouting] Petrov and Keene: secret marriage! Peter P. Peters: We're the only two people in New York who don't think we're married. Linda Keene: Think? I know we're not. Peter P. Peters: I'm beginning to have my doubts. Arthur Miller: What does your watch say? Jeffrey Baird: It says, "Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick." Jeffrey Baird: [picks up phone] Hello? Cecil Flintridge: Oh, hello, Jeffrey. Yes, are you there? Jeffrey Baird: Of course I'm here. Cecil Flintridge: Now don't shout at me - I'm in jail. Jeffrey Baird: Well, that's all right; we don't need you. Cecil Flintridge: I'm in jail for battery, and I want you to get me out. I'm at the Susquehannah Street Jail . . . Susquehannah! Susquehannah - S-U-S-Q-U-Q! Q! You know, the thing you play billiards with . . . Billiards! B-I-L-L- Policeman at Jail: What is this, a spelling bee? Cecil Flintridge: Ahem. No, "L" for larynx. L-A-R-Y . . . N-No, not "M", N! . . . "N" as in neighbor! Neighbor, N-E-I-G-H-B--B! B! Bzzz. Bzzz. You know, the stinging insect! Insect! I-N-S-S! S, for symbol. S-Y . . . Y! Y! Jeffrey Baird: Well, why? Don't ask me "why." Cecil Flintridge: Look, Jeffrey. I'm in jail. W-wait a minute. What jail did you say this was? Policeman at Jail: Susquehannah Street Jail. Cecil Flintridge: Thank you, indeed. Thank you very much. I'm in the Substi--The Subset-Jeffrey, listen closely . . . Do you know where the Oak Street Jail is? You do? Fine. I'll have them transfer me there in the morning!