Maldita mujer

Rip Murdock: You know, the trouble with women is they ask too many questions. They should spend all their time just being beautiful.

Coral Chandler: And let the men do the worrying.

Rip Murdock: Yeah. You know, I've been thinking: women ought to come capsule-sized, about four inches high. When a man goes out of an evening, he just puts her in his pocket and takes her along with him, and that way he knows exactly where she is. He gets to his favorite restaurant, he puts her on the table and lets her run around among the coffee cups while he swaps a few lies with his pals...

Coral Chandler: Why...

Rip Murdock: Without danger of interruption. And when it comes that time of the evening when he wants her full-sized and beautiful, he just waves his hand and there she is, full-sized.

Coral Chandler: Why, that's the most conceited statement I've ever heard.

Rip Murdock: But if she starts to interrupt, he just shrinks her back to pocket-size and puts her away.

Coral Chandler: I understand. What you're saying is: women are made to be loved.

Rip Murdock: Is THAT what I'm saying?

Coral Chandler: Yes, it's a confession. A woman may drive you out of your mind, but you wouldn't trust her, and because you couldn't put her in your pocket, you get all mixed up.