“Mrs. Martin,” he started, “I would like to ask your permission to court your daughter.”
“Catherine Le Vendeur," he asked sententiously, "have you known this man carnally?""No father," Catherine answered. "But, with your kind permission, I would very much like to.”
“Sir if I was your daughter I would wait until this train started again and throw myself in front of it! ”
“Can I cut off your head?" "Are you asking for my permission?”
“There’s nothing wrong with your daughter, Mrs. McIntosh. I said we’re not sleeping together. I didn’t say I didn’t want to.”
“I am going to save your daughter. And then I intend to marry her. I would like your blessing in this, but I can live without it.”