So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

I don't want you running in there and picking up that little girl and scaring her half to death.

That ought to clear it up.

Every day after work, she picks me up and we drive up into the hills and park and watch the sun go down.

You mean you don't know what that boy's been up to?

You're going to have a butler running ahead of you, opening doors, all kinds of things like that.

You want to marry up with a boy that's got an acre of rocks, you should at least have him cut and pile up into a fine palace like this one.

You having a pretty, sweet, innocent young daughter of your own, you might just anger her up to the point where you'd hurt that boy.