Time: Wednesday. Place: a rental car en route from Storrs, Connecticut, to Mountainville, New York. Scott Joplin on Guitar is playing on the stereo.
HE Hey, what’s the name of that rag? Look on the back of the jewel box, will you?
SHE “Pine Apple Rag.” (Very dryly) I thought you never got titles wrong.
HE (oblivious) Sometimes I get Scott Joplin’s titles wrong. I mean, they don’t mean anything, right? They’re just arbitrary. You know, like the names of Alan Ayckbourn’s plays. I can’t keep them straight, either.
(With embarrassment) That’s the Terryest thing I’ve ever said, isn’t it?
SHE I doubt it. It might be the Terryest thing you’ve said in the last fifteen minutes, though.