INT. RESTAURANT – NIGHT
A MAN and WOMAN are sitting opposite each other in a romantically lit restaurant.
WOMAN
So... do you want to do this again sometime? Maybe on Friday?
The man switches from looking bored to mild panic.
MAN
Well I’d love to. I really would. But you see the thing is... the thing is... What was your name again?
WOMAN
Wendy.
MAN
You see the thing is Wendy... Wendy, the thing is... well your great Wendy but, well... that’s my mum’s name. It would never work out!
WOMAN
Oh... Well you could call me by my middle name if you want.
MAN
Your middle name? Well that would certainly be a way to get round our little problem! What’s your middle name Wendy?
WOMAN
Shirley. Like the singer.
MAN
Shirley?! Shirley Shirley Shirley! ... That’s my Dad’s name! A delightful yet unfortunate twist of fate!
WOMAN
Well that’s a bit of a coincidence!
MAN
Isn’t it?! Remarkable! We must tell all our friends! Well I mine and you yours! Bye!
He stands up and marches out the restaurant.