Dating - Do's And Don'ts

Hello, I’m home. "Is that you, Allen?" Yes, Mom. Don't come in the kitchen yet. I just mopped and it isn’t all dry. All right, now. There’s a letter for you on the hall table. Yes, Mom. I’ve got it. What’s that? From George! Hmm. Oh yeah, the ticket he told me about.  Well, let’s see what he has to say. "Here’s the latest on my broken ankle. Doc  says I’ll be all right, only I have to stay off my feet for a week or so. Anyway, here’s  the ticket for the Hi-Teen Carnival. It’s too late to turn it in. So you have  yourself a time and tell me all about it." "One couple." That means a date. Not like just going  around with the crowd. Just me and the girl. Well, that’s all right. Only what girl? Who? How do you choose a date? Whose  company would you enjoy? Well, one thing you can consider is  looks. Woody thought of Janice and how good-looking she was. He’d really  have to rate to date somebody like her. Yes, he’d enjoy that. Except, well,  it’s too bad Janice always acts so superior and bored. She’d make a  fellow feel awkward and inferior. Well, perhaps someone who doesn’t  feel superior. There’s Betty. And yet, it just doesn’t seem as if she’d be much fun. What about Ann? She knows how to have a good time  and how to make the fellow with her relax, have fun too. Yes, that’s what a boy likes. He wants to  know he’s appreciated. Ann would be fun on a date. So Woody decided he’d ask Ann for this  first date. But just how should he ask her? And what if she refused? No, it  won’t be easy asking for that first date. Well, Woody. Hi. Hi, Ed. >What you doing? Just thinking. >Don’t work too hard. Ed, this private? >No. Stick around if you like. Well, hello, Edward. I  thought I heard you come in. Hi, Mom. What’s for supper? Oh, Mom. Is it all right with you  if I have a date Saturday night? Well, of course you generally go out on Saturday. But, Mom, this is different. A date. I, well, I haven’t asked her yet, but I’d like to take Ann  Davis to the Hi-Teen Carnival. Oh, Ann’s a nice girl, but a  date. Well, you’re rather young. Oh, Mom. Give him a break. I think he can  swing it. We all have to start sometime. Well, if you don’t overdo on dating. Ed knows  what I mean. Weekends only, and not too late. Thanks mom. >"Hello Mary?" Just called to check on tonight. I think I can get by a little earlier than usual. How's 7:30? Alright Mary. Bye Now. Boy, you sure make it sound  easy. How do you do it? Practice, my boy. Experience. But I don’t think I’ll know  what to say, what to talk about. Now, don’t worry about that. Just  be your natural, talkative old self. Come on, let’s see what’s for supper. Wait a second. Oh, Mom, is the floor dry yet? >Yes, you can come in. Hello, Mrs. Davis. This is Woody, I  mean Allen Woodruff. May I speak to Ann? How do you ask for a date? What about this? >Uh, Ann. Well, uh, how about a date? Well, I... > Well, really, no thanks, Woody. Suppose he did it this way. Hi Ann, what are you doing Saturday night? Well, I, I guess I’m busy. >Oh, yeah. Any chance of giving him the brush-off for me? >Well, of all the nerve. Well, is there another way? Ann, this is Woody. Well, I have  a ticket for the Hi-Teen Carnival Saturday, and, well, would you like to go? >Why yes, Woody. I’ll have to talk to my folks about it, but I think I can go. That’ll be fun. >Yeah. Well, shall I pick you up about 8:00? That’s fine, Woody. 8:00 Saturday. I think it’ll  be all right, but I’ll let you know for sure. Bye. A date with Woody. Saturday. Come in. >Hi, Ann. Hi, Judy. What are you doing? Why, aren’t you the inquisitive little sister. I’m getting ready for my date tonight with Woody. Oh, he’s nice. A date, huh? What’ll you  do, go to some fancy place for dinner? No, silly. We’re going to the Hi-Teen  Carnival, and then he’ll bring me home. Oh, that doesn’t sound like much. We’d  have fun at the carnival, you and I, wouldn’t we? >Oh, yes. Well, Woody and I are going  to have fun in just that way. I think the important thing about a date is  to have a good time. And you don’t need to spend a lot of money to do that. You just  enjoy whatever you’re doing, whether it’s movies or parties or anything. And you leave your  boyfriend enough money so he’ll ask you again. My, you’ll be out late. Not particularly late. Mom and Dad and I  have an agreement about what time to come in. Look, will you be a honey and get  my stockings from the bathroom? Sure. Mom. Mom, do we have any cleaning  fluid? There’s a spot on my coat. Goodness. You know we have some. Oh, here. Let me - No. No, I’ll do it. That’s it, son. Look your best.  Your first date is mighty important. Yeah. Dad, were you excited the  night of your first date? I sure was. So was I. I took my date seriously. A date was  a major advance. By the night of my first date, my date had a flat tire and he was an hour  late. And he didn’t even bother to call me. Well, when he finally came, I had to run upstairs  and do my face and my hair all over again. Oh, I was so upset. That fella  had a lot to learn about girls. Your mother lost all interest  in him after she met me. And the moral of that story is that  I should be on time tonight, right? You bet. And the same goes for  Ann. Any girl who can’t be ready on time for a date isn’t good enough for my boy. Well, what are you doing? We’ll go find a mirror so you can see yourself. Hi, Woody. Oh, hi. Big night, eh? Yeah. Flowers? Ann won’t expect flowers, will she? Huh? Oh, I hardly think so. I’m taking these to Mary because it’s a special occasion. Of  course, if you want to take flowers anyway, I guess there’s no law against it. But I don’t have to unless it’s a ritzy affair. That’s the general idea. Flowers for a prom or a  very special party. Otherwise, you don’t need to. Say, I’ll have to run. >Me too. See you later. I’m going, folks. >Alright Ed. Have a nice time. But when you’re having so much  fun, time goes all too fast. Well, it’s the time Ann had set for getting home. And now, good night. The end of a perfect  evening. But how do you say good night? Perhaps... >Oh- leave! But Ann! Or it could go this way. Well, so long. Just like that. After all, a girl  likes to know you’ve had a good time. So, let’s try saying good  night again. One more way. Well, it’s getting late. >Yes, it is. I’d ask you in for a bite to  eat if it weren’t so late. Let’s plan to get home in time for  a sandwich or something next time. Say, that sounds good. I’ll call you next week. [missing] I had loads of fun. >So did I. Good night, Woody. Night Ann. (Whistling)