Mr. Chips: You must go. Goodbye, Kathy.
Katherine: Goodbye, Mr. Chips. [She kisses him.]
Mr. Chips: Miss Kathy! Kathy! You. . .you kissed me!
Katherine: I know, it was dreadful of me.
Mr. Chips: Oh, no. . . but do you. . . are we. . . oh, this is awful. Look here. you’ll have to marry me now, you know!
Katherine: Do you want to?
Mr. Chips: Do I?! Do you?
Katherine: Dreadfully! Goodbye, my dear!
Mr. Chips: Oh Kathy, you can’t go now!
Mr. Chips: Goodbye!
I have been walking onto ball fields for sixteen years, and I’ve never received anything but kindness and encouragement from you fans. I have had the great honor to have played with these great veteran ballplayers on my left – Murderers’ Row, our championship team of 1927. I have had the further honor of living with and playing with these men on my right – the Bronx Bombers, the Yankees of today. I have been given fame and undeserved praise by the boys up there behind the wire in the press box, my friends, the sportswriters. I have worked under the two greatest managers of all time, Miller Huggins and Joe McCarthy. I have a mother and father who fought to give me health and a solid background in my youth. I have a wife, a companion for life, who has shown me more courage than I ever knew. People all say that I’ve had a bad break. But today…today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.