[Herb invites Alan and Charlie to Ladies'Night at the Sand Dollar]
Herb:
What do you say, Alan? You can get in for half price. Plus, all-you-can-eat popcorn shrimp.
Alan:
Wow, this just keeps getting better and better, huh? Uh, no, I have other plans.
Herb:
[unaware that he's going to meet Judith] Oh, got a date?
Charlie:
[sarcastically] Yeah, Alan, you got a date?
Alan:
No, no. A date? PFFT! Not likely. [fake laugh] [to Charlie] No, I have a meeting with the, about the- about the group. I told you, remember?
Charlie:
[jokingly] No, tell me again.
Alan:
[to Herb] He's a little pickled. [back to Charlie] Uh, well, if you must know, uh, I-I belong to a book club that I am going to.
Charlie:
Oh, that's right. What book are you reading again?
Alan:
It-It's a mystery, uh, called, "Why Are You Doing This to Me?"
Charlie:
Oh, yeah. It's by the same guy who wrote "Because It Amuses Me".
Herb:
Boy, I wouldn't have had you two pegged as readers.
Alan:
Well, there you go. Good night. [leaves]
Herb:
[before leaving] Hey, Alan?
Alan:
[stops] Yeah?
Herb:
You talk much to Judith?
Alan:
[scared, but lies] Nope. See you.
Herb:
Oh, well, if you speak to her, tell her I said hi.
Alan:
Okay.
Herb:
And that the time we spent together is very special to me and if she needs anything, uh, just call me.
Alan:
I'm there.
Charlie:
You know what's a good book? [both Alan and Herb listen to him] "Under the Dining-Room Table", by Richard Gobbler.
[long pause]
Alan:
But-But, it does not compare to "Wait Till Your Liver Fails" by Hope Udai.
