"What do you think of this new near-beer?" she demands.
"Why," says I, "it strikes me the bird who named it was a poor judge of distance." Which, almost causes Betty to swallow an olive pit.
"You're simply delightful!" says she. "Why haven't we met before?"
"Maybe they didn't think it was safe," says I. "They might be right, at that."
"Naughty, naughty!" says she. "But go on. Tell me a funny story while the fish is being served."
"I'd do better servin' the fish," says I.
"Pooh!" says she. "I don't believe it. Come!"
"How do you know I'm primed?" says I.
"I can tell by your eyes," says she. "There's a twinkle in them."
"S-s-s-sh!" says I. "Belladonna. Besides, I always forget the good ones I read in the comic section."