- Why, good afternoon. I see that Grandmother still disapproves of motor-cars.
- Yes, miss. It's the odor of gasoline.

8 seconds sound clip from the The Moon's Our Home (1941) classic radio play.

You can hear this line at 00:14:27 in the radio play.

Quote context

[...]

- Oh, to be alone on a mountaintop, alone with the snow, the sunshine, the stars. Where people don't know me. Where I could live and do as I pleased without interference.

- That place doesn't exist, dear. Go on, have your ride... you'll feel better.

- Wait a minute. What's that thing out in the street?

- The carriage, dear.

- The carriage? Oh, yes, I'd forgotten.

- Good afternoon, Miss Sarah!

- Why, good afternoon. I see that Grandmother still disapproves of motor-cars.

- Yes, miss. It's the odor of gasoline.

- Well, this seems like old times.

- All ready, miss?

- One moment while I adjust my hoop skirts and raise my parasol. Okay... let's rip! Whee! Whee!

(TROTTING HORSE)

- Look at the sign in that store window!

- Anthony Amber ton in person... Book Department!

- He's autographing books! Come on, this is our chance!

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