| His first date.
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| He wasn’t quite sure what to do, and what to say.
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| — …see for yourself! |
| That’s her!
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| — Where?
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| — Sitting right in front of us! |
| That’s Sharon!
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| — Oh… wow!
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| The most important thing is the first thing you say!
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| — Hello!
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| — What do you want?
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| — I feel I might lay an egg any moment!
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| — I beg your pardon?
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| — What's a beautiful woman like you doing in a bar like this?
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| — Beat it, jerk!
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| — Now don’t sugar-coat it. |
| Just what is it you’re trying to say?
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| — Oh, grow up!
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| — You're falling in love with me!
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| — You're falling in love with me!
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| — No time for this nonsense!
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| — Why do men always assume that a woman alone at a bar is just waiting to be picked up?
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| How would you like to spank somebody?
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| — I beg your pardon?
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| — I do love, love, love you.
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| — I know, but I do wish you weren’t so… ugly.
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| — Would you like to come over to my apartment and listen to some albums?
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| — What is the matter with you?! |