George

I don't know of this is the house. I don't see Jerry's car anywhere.

George

Would you stop it. (Susan playfully bites his ear lobe again) Would you quit it please. Someone is going to see us here.

Susan

So what? You are SUCH a prude.

George

Hey, I am not a prude sweetheart. I swing with the best of them. (snapping his fingers 5 times)

Susan

Okay, Come on lets go in.