Mrs Chasen: Love? Love? What do you know about her? Where does she come from? Where did you meet her?
Harold: At a funeral.
Mrs Chasen: Oh... That's wonderful... I get an eighty-year-old pallbearer for a daughter-in-law! Be reasonable, Harold! You're dealing with your life! What will people say?!
Harold: I don't care what people say.
Mrs Chasen: You don't care! "Miss Shroud of 1890 Weds the Boy of a Thousand Deaths!" Listen to me...

Harold gets up to leave.

from 'Harold and Maude'