Marie: Another wonderful dinner, Cheryl. Thank you.
Cheryl: You’re welcome. I really enjoy cooking, actually. When I was young, I
thought I was going to be a chef.
Paul: You could be a chef. These cookies are fantastic!
Marie: Why didn’t you become a chef?
Cheryl: My mother talked me out of it. She thought I would always have to work at
night. She was afraid I would never meet a man and get married.
Paul: She was probably right. If you were a chef, you wouldn’t have met Bob.
Cheryl: How do you know?
Paul: Before he met you, Bob only ate fast food.
Bob: It’s true.
Mr. Evans: Your mother must have been very happy when you and Bob got
Cheryl: She was. Hey, you’ll never guess what Bob was going to be.
Bob: Cheryl . . .
Marie: A rock musician?
Paul: A basketball player?
Cheryl: No, Bob was going to be a dancer. He was actually in the state ballet when
he was young.
Marie: No kidding!
Paul: You never told me this!
Bob: I could have been a great dancer.
Paul: What made you change your mind?
Bob: The diet was too hard. I had to stop eating everything—chocolate cake, fried
chicken, potato chips. I tried. I might have been able to do it. But then they
said no more bread and butter. Bread and butter! Can you believe it? And that
was the end.
Marie: Wow, Bob. I never knew. Do you enjoy watching ballet at all?
Bob: I can’t. I’d like to, but as soon as the music starts, I get very, very . . . hungry.