Barefoot in the Park

— When else? When else was I proper and dignified?
— All the time. You're always dressed right. You always look right. You always say the right thing. You're very nearly perfect.
— That's a rotten thing to say.
— Before we were married, I thought you slept with a tie.
— No, just for very formal sleeps.
— Boy, you have absolutely no sense of the ridiculous. Like last thursday night, you wouldn't walk barefoot with me in Washington Square Park. Why not?
— Simple answer. It was 17 degrees.