Saturday night at Frank's place...
Mr. Frank: I've clipped my nails, bathed and washed behind my ears, used mouthwash and the cologne I got for Christmas...I think I'm ready for my date with Doll Face.
Wait, what if she wants popcorn?
Mr. Frank: I'd better look for extra change under the sofa cushions.
Mr. Frank: Ceecee, does this sport coat look okay, or should I press my good suit?
Ceecee: You're trying too hard, Frank. Are you even sure this is a real date?
Mr. Frank: It's a movie, it's Saturday night, and it's Doll Face. Of course I'm sure.
Ceecee: What did she say, exactly?
Mr. Frank: She said, "I'm going to see a movie this weekend. Why don't you take a night off and come with me?"
Ceecee: A car just pulled up out front.
Mr. Frank: Oh, no. I'm starting to sweat.
A few minutes later...
Mr. Frank: Thanks for picking me up, Doll Face.
Lilly Faye: You smell really good, Frank.
Dizzie: You sure do.
Mr. Frank: You brought your blog intern with you?
Lilly Faye: We're watching the movie at his house. Dizzie and I always watch the movies we review together.
Mr. Frank: You mean there will be three of us on this date?
Dizzie: Four, counting Alfie.
Mr. Frank: Stop the car. I don't feel well.
Dizzie: We haven't pulled away from the curb yet.
Lilly Faye: You thought this was a date?
To be continued...