Clarence Doolittle: She’s wonderful. She’s just about the loveliest. . .Only, you know something? I can never talk to her. I can never talk to girls at all. I never know what to say.
The Girl From Brooklyn: What’s the matter with you? You’re talking to me, ain’t you?
Clarence Doolittle: Oh, you. . .Oh, I mean. . .I mean, you’re different. You’re from Brooklyn.