We're all ugly compared to girls; and why ever they should consent to marry any of us awful hairy things, smelling of smoke and drink, is more than I can make out; but, as a matter of fact, they do.

They don't mind what we look like; what they care about is whether we want them.

Of course, there are exceptions--" "You see one," said Michael.
"No, I don't.

Good Lord, you've only asked her once.

You've got to make yourself felt.