A Dance

Phil : Hi, Paul.

Paul : Hi, Phil. This dance is really nice, isn't it?

Phil : It Inflatable Snowman sure is. Lots of food and drinks.

Paul : Where's Sandy?

Phil : She's over there, dancing with that fatty, and enjoying herself.

Paul : Aren't you enjoying yourself?

Phil : Well, it's a great dance all right, but I'm fed up with these parties.

Paul : You sound like you've been to quite a few parties lately.

Phil : I have. Eight parties in two weeks. If you count this in, it'll be nine.

Paul : That sure is a lot.

Phil : Did you come here alone?

Paul : No, of course not. Melody is with me. Have you met her?

Phil : No. You have at least one dozen girlfriends. Even if I met her before, I won't be able to remember.

Paul : Melody isn't my girlfriend. She is my sister. Here she comes. Let me introduce her to you. Here, Melody!...(To Melody) I'd like you to meet my best partner, Phil Miller. (To Phil) This is Melody, my sister.

Melody: Hi, Phil. Paul talks about you a lot.

Phil : Mostly good things I hope.

Melody: I don't want to interrupt you, but I'm getting bored. Can we go home now?

Paul : All right. It's getting late anyways. Good-bye, Phil.