MAITRE D'

Welcome to Le Puddle Dog, Monsieur, where Food is Art.

(LOOKS HIM UP AND DOWN.)

May I compliment you on your footwear? Goes with your necktie.

MAN

Huh? Oh, I didn't notice that. Thank you.

MAITRE D'
(LOOKS WOMAN UP AND DOWN. HE FINDS NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT HER EXCEPT -.)

Uh, nice ears. Just the right shape of the lobe.


WOMAN

Oh, you like my earrings.


MAITER'D

Not the earrings, madame. The ears!


WOMAN

Ears. Oh, uh, thanks.


MAITRE'D

Do you have reservations, monsieur?


MAN

Smith. Bob Smith. And friend.


MAITRE'D
(PERUSING HIS LIST.)

Smith. Common name. No, no - I'm afraid - ah, wait. Here. Ah, well.

(DISAPPOINTED.)

Follow me, please.