Insurance salesman Walter NEFF has come to a client's home to try to sell some insurance. The client isn't home, but the wife, PHILLIS, is. She has brought Neff into the living room, given him a drink of iced tea, and taken a seat.
NEFF. I wish you'd tell me what's engraved on that anklet.
PHYLLIS. Just my name.
NEFF. As for instance?
PHYLLIS. Phyllis.
NEFF. Phyllis. I think I like that.
PHYLLIS. But you're not sure?
NEFF. I'd have to drive it around the block a couple times.
PHYLLIS. (standing up) Mr. Neff, why don't you drop by tomorrow evening about eight-thirty. He'll be in then.
NEFF. Who?
PHYLLIS. My husband. You were anxious to talk to him, weren't you?
NEFF. Sure, only I'm getting over it a little. If you know what I mean.
PHYLLIS. There's a speed limit in this state, Mr. Neff. Forty-five miles an hour.
NEFF. How fast was I going, officer?
PHYLLIS. I'd say about ninety.
NEFF. Suppose you get down off your motorcycle and give me a ticket.
PHYLLIS. Suppose I let you off with a warning this time.
NEFF. Suppose it doesn't take?
PHYLLIS. Suppose I have to whack you over the knuckles.
NEFF. Suppose I bust out crying and put my head on your shoulder.
PHYLLIS. Suppose you try putting it on my husband's shoulder.
NEFF. That tears it.
He heads for the front door.
NEFF. Eight-thirty tomorrow evening then, Mrs. Dietrichson?
PHYLLIS. That's what I suggested.
NEFF. Will you be here, too?
PHYLLIS. I guess so. I usually am.
NEFF. Same chair, same perfume, same anklet?
He opens the door and puts on his hat.
PHYLLIS. I wonder if I know what you mean.
NEFF. I wonder if you wonder.
He leaves.