Young Denis Thatcher:
Margaret, will you marry me?
[a pause, Margaret stares at him]
Young Denis Thatcher:
Well?
Young Margaret Thatcher:
[Margaret is still staring, Denis kisses her hand]
Yes. Yes!
Young Denis Thatcher:
[Margaret starts to cry from happiness, Denis leans in for a kiss, but she suddenly pulls back]
What?
Young Margaret Thatcher:
I love you so much but, I will never be one of those women, Denis. Who stays silent and pretty on the arm of her husband. Or remote and alone in the kitchen - doing the washing up, for that matter.
Young Denis Thatcher:
[interrupts]
I'm going to help with that...
Young Margaret Thatcher:
No. One's life must matter, Dennis. Beyond all the cooking and the cleaning and the children. One's life must mean more than that. I cannot die washing up a teacup! I mean it, Denis. Say you understand.
Young Denis Thatcher:
That's why I want to marry you, my dear.
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