“Oh, stop that, Kid.”
“No, I won’t stop it, either. If you’d only had on your khaki suit, like me, it would have been great. But even as it was, you made a hit, Harry.”
“You’re dreaming, Kid.”
“All right; but you’re going there again, I can tell you that.”
“Not.”
“I bet you do.”
“I bet I don’t.”
“She invited you.”
“She invited both of us.”
“Yes, but she meant you.”