Ira Molson: [Ira is holding a photograph] Now look, Midge, I make a lot of money feeding hogs but that doesn't mean I try to feed myself the same kind of slop.
Midge Brackett: Meaning what, Ira?
Ira Molson: I don't kid myself that a girl this good-looking would even spit on me. Women kinda steer away from my type.
Midge Brackett: You mean the type who writes a half a dozen social clubs under assumed names, asking for photos of young girls interested in farm work with matrimony in mind?
Ira Molson: How did you find out about that?
Midge Brackett: All the social clubs exchange listings and I'm pretty good at recognising handwriting.
Ira Molson: What did you mean if I went into this I'd practically have a ring on her finger or one on her nose?
Midge Brackett: Just that, Ira. She'll have to do just what you say or go back to prison.
Ira Molson: So that's the gimmick - she's a parolee.
Ira Molson: Aha!
Ira Molson: Nah, that don't parole girls to men - or vice versa.
Midge Brackett: All the law says is that acceptable residence and definite employment be assured a parolee before she's released
Ira Molson: You mean, have her work here?
Ira Molson: Yeah.
Ira Molson: Well, they'll investigate first.
Midge Brackett: Not for months. The County parole authority is snowed under with work.
Ira Molson: You really think that...... .?
Midge Brackett: You'll probably get a postal card to fill out and for that you'll need a widowed sister.
Ira Molson: Widowed sister?
Midge Brackett: Aha, one whose come to live with you since her husband died, in the East.
Ira Molson: How much is this gonna cost me?
Midge Brackett: Look, if you're gonna be a pinch-penny, I haven't got time to haggle.
Ira Molson: Now wait a minute, Midge, wait a minute - I'll go the limit, if the goods measure up to the sample.
Midge Brackett: Meaning you want to look over the merchandise first?
Ira Molson: Why not? I buy my pigs that way.
Midge Brackett: I think I can arrange a private showing. But just ogle, don't touch.
Midge Brackett: When are you going to movie in - sister?
Midge Brackett: My bags are in the back of the car.
Ira Molson: I'll get 'em for you.
Midge Brackett: Scrub your filthy paws first!
