Dear brain, you got me nothing but trouble

I wanna be Stella in Hitchcock’s Rear Window:

Jeff: “There’s an intelligent way to approach marriage.”

Stella: “Intelligence! Nothing has caused the human race so much trouble as intelligence. Hah! Modern marriage!”

Jeff: “Now we’ve progressed emotionally.”

Stella: “Baloney! Once, it was see somebody, get excited, get married. Now, it’s read a lot of books, fence with a lot of four-syllable words, psychoanalyze each other until you can’t tell the difference between a petting party and a civil service exam.”

Jeff: “People have different emotional levels.”

Stella: “When I married Miles, we were both a couple of maladjusted misfits. We are still maladjusted misfits, and we have loved every minute of it.”

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