[on the phone] I need a copy of the marriage license for Lucille MacGillicudy. What? M-A-C, uh, Gillicudy. Right, and Ricardo Ricardo y Acha. Acha, Acha. Thank you, but I wasn't sneezing.
Lucy: Well, if the first time I met you, I said awful things, spilled stuff all over you, and acted like a first-class nincompoop, what would you have done?