Oh, not tonight. Perhaps tomorrow. Perhaps not at all ever.
6 seconds sound clip from the The Moon's Our Home (1941) classic radio play.
You can hear this line at 00:37:54 in the radio play.
Quote context
[...]
- Except for one thing, Sarah. There's something I must tell you.
- Oh, let it keep until tomorrow, please? You see, I have something to tell you, too.
- Well, even if I wanted to, I couldn't now.
- You're really not a shoplifter, are you?
- Well, would it matter very much if I were?
- Oh, not tonight. Perhaps tomorrow. Perhaps not at all ever.
- Oh, my darling. Kiss me, darling.
- Oh, Sam. Sam... Sam, what is it?
- Holy smokes, that perfume again! You've got that perfume on your neck!
- Well, what's the matter with it?
- I can't stand it! I'm getting sick!
- Well, it's 'Cherry Blossom'...
- I know it is! Now, open the windows, will ya? Open 'em quick!
- For heaven's sakes, are you crazy? It's named after Cherry Chester.
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