April and Brendan enter the sitting room and settle down on separate couches.
That's better. [short pause] Oh, I'm sorry; where are my manners? I'm April Lawler. [She rises to shake his hand.]
[Getting up] A pleasure. I'm Brendan Murphy.
They meet each other midway between the couches. As their hands meet, they remember where they've heard each other's names, and speak simultaneously in surprised tones.
The Book-Burner!
The Baked Avocado!
Listen, that man would say those things about anyone dating his son--
I never burned any book; I just said that Smithson's latest would have been more heartwarming as kindling-- [starts chuckling] I guess we shouldn't believe everything we read in the papers, huh?
