“Woody, I can’t take it any more,” says Peggy to Woody. “Let’s sit down.”
“We can’t get out,” says Woody. “I’m trapped!” A woman dancing next to Woody waves her elbow in his face. “How do you do?” says Woody, followed by, “Ow!” as she strikes him on the jaw.
“Pardon!” says Woody, sarcastically. “Well, anyway, we can’t fall down.”
A waiter asks, “Is that table satisfactory?”
“Oh it’s fine,” says a customer.
Marie and Fred dance. Marie is smiling and happy. Fred is grim-faced and looking around the room.
“Oh, I can’t understand it,” says Woody.
“What?” asks Peggy.
“Why you’re not mad about me,” replies Woody. “I think I’m attractive.”
“You are,” says Peggy.