“We’re at the theater.”

“Yes, Peggy, that’s where we are.”

“Well. I didn’t think we were ever going to get here.”

“Good thing the baby-sitter showed up.”

“Late, yes. We have to do something about that.”

“Do we, Peggy?”

“Of course. I mean, well, we have to say something.”

“Like ‘Timeliness is next to godliness,’ perhaps?”

“Don’t raise your eyebrow at me like that, Roosevelt. You know what that does to me.”

“What makes you think I’m afraid of you and your threats, darling?”

“I’m warning you, Roosie. All’s I’m saying is, I’m warning you.”

“I consider myself warned, Peg. So. The baby-sitter?”

“It’s annoying. An inconvenience. We have the courtesy to reach her days in advance. I shouldn’t have to take her into my confidence and whisper an aside about how it’s been five weeks since I’ve had the opportunity to properly fellate my husband’s erect penis while sitting in adjoining seats in the back row of the cheapest suburban multiplex I could find, should I?”