Guess Who's Coming to Dinner Page #11

But I can tell you

the memories are still there...

clear, intact, indestructible.

And they'll be there

if I live to be 110.

Where John

made his mistake, I think...

was attaching so much importance

to what her mother and I might think.

Because in the final analysis,

it doesn't matter a damn what we think.

The only thing that matters

is what they feel...

and how much they feel...

for each other.

And if it's half...

of what we felt...

that's everything.

As for you two and

the problems you're going to have...

they seem almost unimaginable.

But you'll have no problem with me.

And I think...

that when Christina and I

and your mother...

have some time to work on him...

you'll have no problem

with your father.

But you do know...

I'm sure you know...

what you're up against.

There'll be a hundred million people

right here in this country...

who'll be shocked and offended...

and appalled at the two of you.

And the two of you will just

have to ride that out.

Maybe every day

for the rest of your lives.

You can try to ignore those people...

or you can feel sorry for them

and for their prejudices...

and their bigotry and

their blind hatreds and stupid fears.

But where necessary...

you'll just have

to cling tight to each other...

and say screw all those people!

Anybody could make a hell of a

good case against your getting married.

The arguments are so obvious

that nobody has to make them.

But you're two wonderful people...

who happened to fall in love...

and happen to have

a pigmentation problem.

And I think that now...

no matter what kind of a case

some bastard could make...

against your getting married...

there would be only one thing worse.

And that would be if...

knowing what you two are...

knowing what you two have...

and knowing what you two feel...

you didn't get married.

Well, Tillie, when the hell

are we gonna get some dinner?

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