Florence: What is it, Ned?
Ned: I have cold feet.
Florence: Then I’ll just have to knit you thicker socks.
Ned: You always think the best of me.
Florence: Why wouldn’t I? But, even if you had cold feet about us getting married and you simply couldn’t go through with it, I will still think the best of you, and I will forever love you.
Ned: Thicker socks will be perfect.