"I know sir, it was only about dinner last night!"
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With Tallulah Bankhead. |
Cmdr. Charles Sturm: [opening lines] You dropped this.
[hands Jaeckel a letter]
Lt. Jaeckel: [embarrassed] Oh. Thank you sir.
Cmdr. Charles Sturm: From my wife.
Lt. Jaeckel: Yes, sir.
Cmdr. Charles Sturm: I recognised the handwriting.
Lt. Jaeckel: Yes, it's just a note, telling me that...
Cmdr. Charles Sturm: That's alright, my boy - you don't have to explain. I'm a husband, not a jailer.
Lt. Jaeckel: I know sir, it was only about dinner last night.
Cmdr. Charles Sturm: My friend, this isn't the Middle Ages. A woman can write letters to whom she pleases, can't she?