Dinner with Reggie

Your Coca-Cola bottler presents Claudia Claudia based on the play and novels by Rose Franken brought to you transcribed Monday through Friday By your friendly neighbor who bottles Coca-Cola Relax and while you're listening refresh yourself Have a Coke and now Claudia that Reggie invited us to dinner tonight, you know?

I'm not surprised. He's a very sociable person. Funny, I thought he was just social, not sociable. I suppose what he really is is polite. Darling, you are being Victorian, because Reggie had dinner with us Monday night, doesn't mean he's invited us out merely to reciprocate.

But that's the kind of person I think Reggie is. Seriously, who does he remind you of? Mmm. His brother? Really? He doesn't remind me of it. You don't know his brother, so how could he?

Exactly. No. Reggie reminds me of... of a box of snuff. Of what? He knows if you were going to take out what of it... from his pocket and then sneeze. In other words, you feel he's living in the wrong century.

That's it, exactly. How did you know? You just said so in your way. But I didn't know until I started saying it. Darling, do you ever think before you speak? What for? That's all I wanted to know.

Anyways, I was saying before you interrupted. Mm-hmm, go on. Are we almost at the restaurant? That isn't what you were saying. I know, but it just occurred to me that I was wondering if it was much further.

It's right around the corner. Really so close? I hope it was further. Aren't you hungry? Star. Well, anyway, I was saying before... Don't say it. Fred, he doesn't seem to live in the same world that we do.