Scott: Dave, I’m going to the supermarket to pick up food and drink for Saturday’s picnic later. Any suggestions?
Dave: Well, everyone’s been talking about having a barbecue down by the river, so why don’t you pick up some hamburger and hot dogs?
Scott: Okay, but how much hamburger meat are we going to need? And hot dogs too?
Dave: Uh, oh, I don’t know. How about three pounds of hamburger and a couple packages of hot dogs?
Scott: Oh, that’s not going to be enough. Do you remember the last picnic we went on? Your roommate, Jim, ate about ten hamburgers by himself!
Dave: You’re right. Let’s see. I [‘d] better write this down. Uh, let’s see about nine pounds of hamburger meat and, uh . . . seven packages of hot dogs.
Scott: And you better pick up some chicken for those who don’t like hamburger or hot dogs.
Dave: Okay. How about five or six bags of potato chips?
Scott: Humm. Better make that eight or so.
Dave: Alright. Oh, and we’re gonna [going to] need some hamburger and hot dog buns. How about five packages a piece? I think that sounds about right.
Scott: Yeah, you’d better pick up some mustard, ketchup, and mayonnaise too.
Dave: Okay. What else? Uh, we’re gonna [going to] need some soft drinks. How about ten of those big 2-liter bottles?
Scott: Sounds fine, but be sure to buy a variety of drinks.
Dave: Okay. And what about dessert?
Scott: Well, maybe we could ask Kathy to make a few cherry pies like she did last time.
Dave: Well, I wouldn’t mind that, but you know, she’s been very busy working two jobs, so I’d hate to ask her, [Oh, hum . . .] and uh . . . Hey, why don’t you whip up some of your oatmeal cookies? [Well . . .] Hey, you could even ask, uh . . . what’s her name . . . yeah, the new girl, Susan, the one that moved [in] across the street! [Well . . .] I bet she’d be willing to help you! [I don’t know . . .] She’s a real knockout!
Scott: Nah, I don’t think I could ask her . . . [Ahh!] I don’t know her phone number, plus . . .
[Doorbell rings . . .]
Dave: Hey, you don’t need to. She’s at the door!
Scott: What do you mean?
Dave: Well, I thought you two would hit it off, so I called her up saying I was you, and I invited her over to watch a movie.
Scott: You did what???
Dave: Wait, wait, wait, wait . . . [Uhhhhh . . .]