[MARIAN, spoken]
Mama, a man with a suitcase has been following me all over town

[MRS. PAROO, spoken]
Oh, who?

[MARIAN, spoken]
I never saw him before

[MRS. PAROO, spoken]
Did he say anythin'?

[MARIAN, spoken]
He tried

[MRS. PAROO, spoken]
Did you say anythin'?

[MARIAN, spoken]
Mama of course not
(To Amaryllis) Now don't dawdle, Amaryllis, play your excercise
(sung)
Sol - do - la - re - ti - mi
A little slower and please
Keep the fingers curved as nice
And high as you possibly can
Don't get faster, dear
[MRS. PAROO, spoken]
If you don't mind my sayin' so
It wouldn't have hurt you
To find out what the gentleman wanted

[MARIAN, spoken]
I know what the gentleman wanted

[MRS. PAROO, spoken]
What, dear?

[MARIAN, spoken]
You'll find it in Balzac

[MRS. PAROO, spoken]
Excuse me fer livin' but I never rеad it

[MARIAN]
Neither has anyone еlse in this town

[MRS. PAROO]
There you go again with the same old comment
About the low mentality of River City people
And takin' it all to much to heart

[MARIAN]
Now, Mama
As long as the Madison Public Library was entrusted to me for the purpose of improving River City's cultural level, I can't help my concern that the Ladies of River City keep ignoring all my council and advice
[MRS. PAROO]
But, darlin', when a woman has a husband and you've got none
Why should she take advice from you?
Even if you can quote Balzac and Shakespeare
And all them other highfalutin' Greeks

[MARIAN]
Momma, if you don't mind my sayin' so
You have a bad habit of changin' ev'ry subject--

[MRS. PAROO]
No, I haven't changed the subject!
I was talking about of stranger-

[MARIAN]
What stranger?

[MRS. PAROO]
With the suitcase who may be your very last chance

[MARIAN]
Mama
Do you think that I'd allow a common masher-
Now, really Mama!
I have my standards where men are concerned
And I have no intention-
[MRS. PAROO]
I know all about your standards
And if you don't mind my sayin' so
There's not a man alive
That could hope to measure up to that blend'a
Abe Lincoln, Saint Pat and Noah Webster
You've got concocted for yourself outta your Irish imagination
Your Iowa stubbornness, and your liberry fulla' books