Clara was simply ecstatic as her suitor, on his knees, proposed marriage. Never had he or anyone else spoken so beautifully to her. His voice was like a tender caress, his words as delicate as rose petals.
“Oh darling,” she breathed, “I wish this would never end. But I’m still not sure. Let me hear that part again where you realize you’re not half good enough for me.”
From The Best of American Jewish Humor, by Henry D. Spalding