“Well, it’s really Kramer, but I took my own name again after my husband died.”
“Well listen Madge Allen, or Kramer, or whatever you want to call it, I’ve got a little proposition to make you.”
“Yes?”
“What do you say we turn this thing around, point her south, and you and me take a little trip for about a week?”
“Oh, I couldn’t do that?”
“Why not?”
“Oh, I just couldn’t, that’s all.”
“You like me?”
“Sure I like you.”
“Well, I like you. What’s stopping us?”