[Scene: George has reluctantly taken Gracie as his wife. They are on a train from New York to Los Angeles and at night they are sleeping separately.]
Gracie: Oh, you know something: the more telegraph poles I count, the less I know what to do with them. Why is that?
Gracie: Georgie Porgie, I couldn’t sleep last night; I had the strangest dream.
George: You had a dream and yet you couldn’t sleep.
Gracie: Well, sure, a daydream.
George: I see… last night you had a daydream.
Gracie: In the upper birth… I was so lonesome up there, and there weren’t any sheep to count.
George: The train stops in Wyoming to pick up sheep.
Gracie: Oh, goodie, then I won’t be lonesome tonight.