Clay: Well, agent Howard of the Federal Bureau of Investigations, did it not occur to you to pick up a telephone and call and ask for my blessing?
Fritz: Well, I'm sorry, sir, but, Brenda and I are both adults and I (stuttering) I love you daughter.
Clay: (Stands up, looking angry, then breaks into a smile.)
Relax son, I'm just messin' with ya. Come on. You do hug, don't ya? I mean, you have a cat.
Fritz: (Whispering in Clay's ear) That's not my cat.
Clay Johnson: (Whispering back) It is now, son. And you better make that cat very happy.
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