Well, this is it. Into the deep end, and...

Well, this is it. Into the deep end, and the devil take the hindmost. The thing is... the thing is to commit. No hesitation, no... no doubt. Just... just go for it. Seize the brass ring.

(he looks at his hand again)

I'm shaking. The main thing is, I must have my mind made up. If I give myself time to think, to hesitate, to talk a lot... I mean, you can look for some ideal, or wait forever for... but face it, man, you're thirty five. It's a critical age. People start to talk.

(beat)

She's not bad-looking, well-educated ... What more do you want?

(He yawns and tugs to relieve the pressure in one ear)

Now I've got a twitch.

(he rubs his right eyebrow)

Why on earth should she want to marry me? I suffer from palpitations, I'm excitable, I get awfully upset. ... I can't sleep. Why should she ever share a bed with someone who gets a terrible jolt in his left shoulder just as he begins to drift off? Then I jump up like a lunatic, walk about a bit, and lie down again, but as soon as I begin to get off to sleep there's another jolt! And this may happen twenty times. ... Maybe she'll agree to separate beds. That might be best.