I've made over a million dollars in my life, but it'll take me at least three life-times
to understand just one teenage girl!
Susan: (Keeps crying).
Frank: Sue dear! What did I say?
Susan: Oh, it's not you, dad. It's Victor! He's always complaining that I'm overdressed
and too sophisticated for him!
Frank: Overdressed?
Susan: Yes! He says I'm always wearing swim suits I can't swim in...and ski clothes I
can't ski in...and when I wear mink he feels embarrassed about taking me to a
sandwich shop...and...Oh dad! (Sobbing) What's wrong with trying to look nice?
Frank: Oh nothing that a little poverty wouldn't solve! You mean you dress too old for
him?
Susan: Yes!
B: (Phone rings)
Frank: It's probably that nuisance, Victor, now! The only reason I tolerate his calling is
that I own many shares in Bell Telephone!
Susan: It's for me, dad?
Frank: Here you go! (He gives the receiver to Susan.)
C: (Susan answers the phone.)
Susan: Hello, Victor!
Victor: Hi, Sue! I've a chance to win the Orange County Grand Prix!
Susan: Whatever is that, Victor?
Victor: It's a sports car race. I'm entering my racer in competition with the finest cars in
Orange County!
Susan: Oh, Victor! I didn't know you had a racing car! How thrilling! I'd love to see it!
Victor: Okay, honey. Pick you up in a half hour to see my new car at the race track. The
race starts in one hour.
D: (Saying to Frank)
Susan: Dad, I'm going to a sports car race! Victor has a car entered!
Frank: So he's thought up a new way to break his fool neck!
Susan: (Opens the closet) Hmm...now what can I possibly wear? No, this looks too old.
Uh-uh, this looks too sophisticated!
(Doorbell rings)
Susan: Like it, Victor? I pieced together and accessorized a few outfits ...