Oh, the papers make so much of every little thing. All he wants to do is marry me.
6 seconds sound clip from the The Moon's Our Home (1941) classic radio play.
You can hear this line at 00:11:55 in the radio play.
Quote context
[...]
- Lucy! You... you old folk fisher, you!
- Lucy, you're magnificent! I thought you were dying. That telegram...
- It was a dirty trick. But anything's fair when you want to see your granddaughter as much as I do.
- Now... what's all this I hear about you and that Egyptian prince, as he calls himself?
- Well, he's got a certain right to call himself one. He is a prince.
- Don't quibble! What about it?
- Oh, the papers make so much of every little thing. All he wants to do is marry me.
- Marry you? I never heard of such a thing!
- Oh, Grandmother, you moderns!
- You know what I mean! Answer me, Sarah Brown.
- Are you going to marry that - that camel failure?
- No, dear. Not for a while anyway. A million years or so.
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