Selina—(Coquettishly.) Even a hack would have no terrors with you, though I confess, I prefer the machine.
Gentleman—We'll be late for dinner, too. It will take Thompson half an hour to put on that tire.
Selina—Then let's sit here, look at the moon, and talk.
Gentleman—About the moon?
Selina—Oh dear no,—about you and me.
Gentleman—About you, you're such a ripping sort. Maybe I can get something to drink while we wait.
Selina—Do, I'm chilled to the bone.
Gentleman—Boy, let us have two cups of fresh hot coffee.
Boy—You gotta wait.