John (puzzled): But ... surely ... I thought you were all going out to dinner with the Cleavers.
Mr. Freeman: To-morrow night.
John: I’ve made a mistake.
Mr. Freeman: You have ... had your dinner?
John: Yes.
Mr. Freeman: Restaurant?
John: Yes.
Mr. Freeman: Some girl, I suppose?
John: I was by myself.
Mr. Freeman: Then why on earth didn’t you come home?