Lorna: Are you okay?
Tommy: Oh, yeah, I'm fine. How are you?
Lorna: Hey, don't let those guys bother you. They're just having fun.
Tommy: Oh, yeah, I know. We had a few laughs last week when they "pantsed" me in the cafeteria.
Lorna: I'm Lorna.
Tommy: Oh yeah, I know. You were in my math class last year.
Lorna: Oh, right. What happened to you?
Tommy: I passed.

Tommy: You know, Lorna, I realized something sitting in that locker.
Lorna: What was that?
Tommy: I really should wash my gym shorts more often.

Mary: Mr. And Mrs. St. Clair, so good to see you again.
Mr. St. Clair: We've met before?
Mary: Well, yes, several times. We were trapped in an elevator for six hours.
Mrs. St. Clair: Doesn't ring a bell.
Mary: I pried open the roof and climbed two stories to get help.
Mrs. St. Clair: Oh, yes! She had on those awful leatherette boots.

Dick: Hello, Mary! I brought you a box of wine.
Mary: [laughs] I don't drink that.
Dick: Well, then why do you keep running out of it?
Mary: Give me the damn box.

Mrs. St. Clair: So sad.
Mr. St. Clair: Yes, she's trying so hard you can almost smell the desperation.
Dick: [refined accent] Oh, no, I think that's her dog. [the St. Clairs chortle]
Mr. St. Clair: You are a ticket. Say, you must come by the club. The boys should meet you. It'll be a kick.
Dick: Oh, good. Can I kick back? [all chortle]

Tommy: Come on, guys.
Sally: Where you going?
Tommy: Out on the roof.
Sally: What'cha gonna do?
Tommy: You know, burn stuff, throw junk at cars.
Sally: All right, have a good time.

Dick: The evening is very important to Mary. We've got to make a good first impression.
Sally: Whatever.
Dick: Now, Sally, Edgar St. Clair's nephew Buzzy will be there. He has a face like a horse. I want you to charm him.
Sally: I'll bring a carrot.

Dick: Now, Harry, you will pose as Sally's wealthy cousin.
Harry: Ah, am I well bred?
Dick: You're overbred. In fact you're mute.
Harry: Mmm, all righty. Oh, I mean... [nods]

Mr. St. Clair: So Dick, this weekend, any chance we can squeeze in 18 holes?
Dick: [refined accent] It depends. How big are the holes?

Man: So, I made a brief stop-over in Spain, and then-
Harry: Really? I understand the plains of Spain experience mainly rain. [walks away]
Mary: I'm really impressed with Dick. He's got them eating out of his hands.
Harry: Yeah, I tried that once and got bit by a goat.