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 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?