From The Senator by David D. Lloyd:

Mabel: You must not talk to me of love! For if I were silly enough to believe you, how would it all end?
Count: (laughingly) You women are all alike. Always talking about the end when we have scarcely reached the beginning. Why need you ask how it will end? Is there no pleasure in loving and in being loved?


Vance: I made up my mind before I asked a girl to have me I'd get solid with her Governor. So I went to him one day, and I gave him an inkling that I was getting fond of his daughter. Then he look at me, and said: "What, you!" That was all he said, but it had such a tone of contempt in it that I winced and could not speak for a minute. Then I said: "Yes, me."
Josie: You should have said: "Yes, I." It would have been better grammar.
Vance: That was not a moment for grammar, Josie.