On the one hand...
Things keep getting worse. So much so that I'm begging for November. November will make things alright. Everything will be fine in November.
Don't you love those songs that just make your heart ache?
NOVAK:
If your doorbell rings, don't play mouse--
MONA:
Oh?
NOVAK:
--because I may look you up.
MONA:
Am I too young to ask why?
NOVAK:
Because if anything goes wrong I'll be around looking for you. And from there on it won't be nice. (Threatening) I'll dirty you up like a locker room towel.
MONA:
Relax, Patsy. You'll never learn to fall in love that way.
Don't you love those songs that just make your heart ache?
NOVAK:
If your doorbell rings, don't play mouse--
MONA:
Oh?
NOVAK:
--because I may look you up.
MONA:
Am I too young to ask why?
NOVAK:
Because if anything goes wrong I'll be around looking for you. And from there on it won't be nice. (Threatening) I'll dirty you up like a locker room towel.
MONA:
Relax, Patsy. You'll never learn to fall in love that way.