20 years.

That little old matchmaker.

A million a year?

I'm a very old baby.

Maybe it's because every year for 15 years you've tried to get me married.

They've had 20 years of happiness.

No, we had 25 years of happiness.

I've been matchmaking better in 50 years.

I've had 20 years of it myself.

I've been matchmaking better than 50 years.

I've been matchmaking better in 50 years.

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.

Apparently, she's an old friend from back in the hills.

Annie, we've been going through this for 15 years now.

He's reputed to earn over a million dollars a year.

I understand your son's income is about a million dollars a year.

You can help save me from another 15 years of Granny's matchmaking.

Granny, her first husband was so hand-pecked he molted twice a year.

Poor old granny is dying of lonesomeness to see the dearest, sweetest friend she ever had in the whole world.

If the time has come when a poor, old, lonesome woman can't invite a friend to come and visit her, then I don't want to go on living no how.