"Mr. Balou? He's a terror, gives you the willies. If he doesn't freeze you the old girl will."
Skippy's traditional scepticism of any statement with the Snorky stamp would have warned him at any other time. But this being in a way a new experience in strange waters, his nervousness got the better of him. Halfway up the driveway he plucked Snorky's sleeve.
"Listen."
"Let go me arm you chump."
"What do you say to them?"
"Say to whom?"
"Mr. and Mrs."
"Talk about the weather, you ignoramus."
"Sure I know that, but afterwards, at dinner, what do you talk about there?"
"Don't worry, that's what girls are for."