Please, don't all applaud at once, I have some news.
I am going to marry Elaine Robinson.
I am. I'm driving up to Berkeley tomorrow and I'm going to marry Elaine Robinson, I am going to propose to her and nobody can stop me. Not my parents and their Rotary Club set, not her father and his pungent cigars.
Not her deprived little sexcat of a mother, all vodka and lost promise. No. No I say. Elaine will be mine.
I'm going to rent a nice little room on Carter Street and mind my own business, mind my own business all the way into old Elaine's heart and steal her away from Carl Smith. He's a mighty fine walker, the old make-out king, but he can't regale her as I do.
This plan isn't half baked, it's fully baked, I'm driving to Berkeley tomorrow to make Elaine Robinson mine and, you know, it might just work. I've got pluck aplenty.