Yes, with your back to me. When I invite a woman to dinner, I expect her to look at my...

[first lines] Waiter:
The gentleman has not arrived yet? Mrs. Claypool:
No, he has not. Waiter:
I'm afraid the dinner will be spoiled. Otis B. Driftwood:
What difference does it make? It's too late to dine now. Otis B. Driftwood:
Oh, boy? Bellboy:
Yes, ma'am? Otis B. Driftwood:
Will you page Mr. Otis B. Driftwood, please? Mister Otis B. Driftwood. Bellboy:
Paging Mr. Driftwood! Mr. Driftwood! Bellboy:
[Driftwood's dinner companion giggles out loud]
Mr. Driftwood! Mr. Driftwood! Otis B. Driftwood:
Boy, would you do me a favor and stop yelling my name all over this restaurant? Do I go around yelling your name? Mrs. Claypool:
Mr. Driftwood! Otis B. Driftwood:
[Driftwood gets up and looks about the dining room]
Say, is your voice changing, or is somebody else paging me around here? Mrs. Claypool:
Mr. Driftwood! Otis B. Driftwood:
Why, Mrs. Claypool, hello! Mrs. Claypool:
Mr. Driftwood, you invited me to dine with you at 7:00; it is now 8:00 and no dinner. Otis B. Driftwood:
What do you mean, no dinner? I just had one of the biggest meals I ever had in my life,and no thanks to you, either. Mrs. Claypool:
I've been sitting right here since 7:00. Otis B. Driftwood:
Yes, with your back to me. When I invite a woman to dinner, I expect her to look at my face; that's the price she has to pay