Barbara Marshall: You going back to active duty, Zach?
Zachary Morgan: Not for a while yet.
Barbara Marshall: Gee, you look a lot better than you did a week ago.
Zachary Morgan: Feel a lot better.
Barbara Marshall: Do you think it was the Marshall food that did it?
Zachary Morgan: Must've helped. I think it was mostly your cousin Mary.
Barbara Marshall: She's awfully nice.
Zachary Morgan: I've noticed that, too. You know what? I think I'll marry her.
Barbara Marshall: Are you kidding?
Zachary Morgan: Not as far as I'm concerned. Of course, I don't know about her, yet.
Barbara Marshall: Well, won't you mind waiting?
Zachary Morgan: That's up to Mary, really. Things have worked out so well, that I may not have to wait as long as I thought.
Barbara Marshall: Well, that's what the folks have always hoped, that she won't have to serve her full term now. But the fact that they let her out of prison for Christmas is a pretty good sign. You know, it wasn't until the other night, when she told me how it all happened, I realized that it really isn't her fault. She's not a criminal. I mean, not like real criminals. Oh, it's too bad that you two can't go back on the train together, but then Mary isn't due in Easton until nine o'clock tonight. She wants to spend as much time with us as she can. You can't blame her, after being locked up for three years.

Barbara Marshall: [caught staring at Mary] I was just thinking, that's an awfully nice suit you have on, Mary.
Mary Marshall: Oh, thank you, Barbara. You were thinking of something else, too.
Barbara Marshall: As a matter of fact, I was.
Mary Marshall: [taking of her jacket] Where can I put this?
Barbara Marshall: I'll take it.
Mary Marshall: You may as well tell me, so we can both get it off our minds.
Barbara Marshall: Well, I... I just... Well, you see, I hadn't known that they gave these vacations or furloughs to people that...
Mary Marshall: You don't have to be shy about it, Barbara. I didn't know about it either. Till the warden told me that in this state, and a few other states, they give special furloughs to people for good behavior.
Barbara Marshall: Well, I think it's wonderful that they have that confidence in you.
Mary Marshall: Yes. I think so, too.

Mary Marshall: [getting into a cab] Bye.
Zachary Morgan: Bye.
Mary Marshall: [to cab driver] 617 North Elm Street.
Zachary Morgan: Oh, wait. If, uh, if anybody tried to telephone you, how could they get you?
Mary Marshall: Well, uh, my uncle's name is in the telephone book. Henry Marshall.
Zachary Morgan: Henry Marshall? Good. Oh! What's your name?
Mary Marshall: Mary. Mary - Mary Marshall.
Zachary Morgan: Mary Marshall. Good-bye.
Mary Marshall: Good-bye.
Zachary Morgan: Wait a minute. Um, if somebody calls and says it's Zachary Morgan, that's me.
Mary Marshall: [laughing] Oh. Glad to meet you.
Zachary Morgan: Merry Christmas.
Mary Marshall: Merry Christmas.

Barbara Marshall: Dad. Dad, I want to ask you a question.
Mr. Marshall: Fine. Fire away.
Barbara Marshall: You know, you never told me anything about Mary. I mean, why she was sent to prison, and why she ...
Mr. Marshall: You can find out about that some other time, when you're a little older.
Barbara Marshall: But it can't be so secret. I don't see why I shouldn't know.
Mr. Marshall: Barbara, you can find out about that some other time. It's just that Mary made a little mistake, and that's all there is to it.
Barbara Marshall: But they don't send people to prison for just doing nothing.
Mr. Marshall: Now, look, Barbara, I'm trying to listen to the radio and work this puzzle, and I can't take on any other jobs at the moment.
Barbara Marshall: But, what if my friends ask me about her? What'll I tell them? They'll want to know why ...
Mr. Marshall: Just tell them that Mary is your cousin. From that point on, they can mind their own business. And it seems to me that your business might be helping your mother out in the kitchen.
Barbara Marshall: [laughing] Oh, Dad. Sometimes the way you talk to me, you make me feel like I'm an adopted daughter or something.

Mrs. Marshall: [Mary picks up an evening dress in a dress shop] You like this one, don't you, Mary?
Mary Marshall: It's lovely.
Mrs. Marshall: Then you're going to have it.
Mary Marshall: Oh, no. Uh-uh.
Mrs. Marshall: Now, you listen to me, Mary. You can't wear the same clothes day after day, your soldier boy's going to get tired of them.
Mary Marshall: Well, I've been fooling him well enough so far. I've been wearing one blouse after another. I don't need a dress, dear.
Mrs. Marshall: Now, Zach's made a big thing of inviting us all to this New Year's Eve party. You can't wear a suit.
Mary Marshall: Uh-uh. I'll manage.
Mrs. Marshall: Henry and I have talked it over. We want you to have a dress.
[Mary shakes her head]
Mrs. Marshall: Oh, Henry will be so disappointed if you don't accept it.
Mary Marshall: Darling, I'll only be able to wear it once. It'll be out of style in three years.
Mrs. Marshall: Then we'll burn it. Miss?
Saleslady: Yes?
Mrs. Marshall: My niece would like to try on this dress.
Saleslady: Oh, it'll be fine on you.
Mrs. Marshall: Go on, dear. Try it on.
Mary Marshall: Well, all right. I'll try it on.