(GK: Garrison Keillor, SS: Sue Scott, TK: Tom Keith, TR: Tim Russell, RD: Rich Dworsky)
(INDOOR RESTAURANT AMBIENCE)

SS: Is this table okay?

TR: It's fine.

SS: You wouldn't rather sit in the corner?

TR: You want to sit there?

SS: No, I was thinking you would. It's more private there. You know how other people make you nervous.

TR: I'm fine.

SS: You sure?

TR: Sure.

SS: Gosh, It's been a long time since we've eaten in a place where the servers weren't wearing paper hats.

TR: You like it?

SS: I do. I'm sort of surprised you picked it, that's all. I didn't know you liked French food.

TR: I like everything.

SS: Whenever you take me someplace, it's either Italian or Greek. With the flaming cheese curds. And all-you-can-eat baklava.

TR: Well, I thought you'd like this.

SS: It's fine with me. Boy, I don't know what to order. What a menu. Chateaubriand for two. Looks good, huh?

TR: You want to order that?

SS: No, I'm too fat as it is.

TR: I don't think you're too fat.

SS: Oh, you just say that. You don't even look at me anymore. Maybe I'll just order a salad.

TR: Don't you want to order an entree?

SS: I'm too fat.

TR: You could order fish. That's not fattening.

SS: Why do you say that?

TR: I thought you might like fish.

SS: I hate fish. You know that. I never order fish. When was the last time you saw me order fish? Huh? When? I never eat fish. Never.

TR: Okay. Order a salad then.

SS: I thought you said I wasn't fat.

TR: You're not.

SS: Then why would I just have a salad? I'm starving.

TR: I'll bet the veal is good. You like veal, don't you?

SS: Calves who've been kept chained in the dark all their lives and force-fed? Why would I want to be part of that?

TR: Sorry.

SS: What are you going to have?

TR: I don't know. I was thinking veal.

SS: Don't let me stop you.

TR: No, no. I'll have the pork chops.

SS: Nobody orders pork chops in a French restaurant. Well. Here's the wine. (ASIDE) Thank you. Here's to us, darling. Happy anniversary.

TR: Happy anniversary.

SS: Thanks for remembering.

TR: Hey. No problem.

SS: It's such an important day to me. That's why I went to the hair salon today.

TR: Hey. You did. Right. Nice.

SS: Did you notice?

TR: Of course I noticed.

SS: The color?

TR: Right. It's great.

SS: You like it lighter?

TR: Lighter. Right.

SS: Cause I had it darkened.

TR: Darker! Right.

SS: I had it dyed auburn.

TR: I like that.

SS: What else is different about me?

TR: Let me think. That necklace -

SS: You gave that to me for Christmas.

TR: Oh. Right. That necklace.

(CHORD)

TR (ANNC): Why Men Go Deer Hunting ... because when you're out in the woods with Al and Ed and Rick, none of them ever asks you ... (TK: Which way do you think I should comb my hair? Over the top? Or swept back along the sides? Huh?) A message in the public interest from the American Hunting Association. (SHOTGUN BLAST)

(c) 1999 by Garrison Keillor