Riley's Step Out

If the names of Mr. and Mrs. Chester A. Riley ever appear in the social columns, you might come across such items as, Mr. and Mrs. Chester A. Riley entertained Mr. and Mrs. James Gillis at Canass the last night. The party ended abruptly when Mr. Gillis accused his host of cheating and left. Well, such is the life of the Riley. But tonight they are spending a quiet evening

at home. They are fifth in a row. Riley, let's do something to nine more. Okay, by me. How about having the Gillis's over for some Canass? Well, let's do something different for a change. Okay, by me. Let's go over to their house and catch him cheating.

Well, frankly, I'm sick of a guillotine. Uh, you're right. I can't stand this sight of the meter. If they weren't our best friends, I wouldn't bother with them. There must be something to do with our stand-the-guillotine.

Well, uh, I'll find. Hello? I'll find how you did. But tonight, we're nothing. Hold on a second, I'll ask Riley. Riley? No. What do you mean no? You don't even know what I was going to ask you.

I don't feel like going over to the market. They don't want us to come over. They want us to go with them to see Oklahoma. I'm sick of them cowboy pictures. It's a musical. Oh, Regina.

It's not a movie. Look, Peg, you decided to stay home before. Let's stay home. Oh, hello, Gene. I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I don't think we can make it tonight. Riley isn't feeling well.

No, some other time. Goodbye. Well, you didn't have to tell a lie. You should have told her we don't want to go. And you have to say, I don't feel good. When I get through with you, it won't be a lie.