| Cindy: | Mother, father, I'd like to introduce you to my fiancé, Bob. |
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| Miranda: | Hello, Bob. Welcome. |
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| Bob: | Thanks for having me. Nice to meet the both of you. I've heard so much! |
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| Thurston: | So Cindy told you about bringing home her last boyfriend, then? Hah, that idiot... |
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| Miranda: | Shhh! Thurston, you're going to scare the poor boy. Come in and have a drink. Dinner will be on in just a bit. |
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| Thurston: | What'll you be having? Whiskey? Bourbon? Pick your poison! |
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| Bob: | If you have a lemonade that'd be great. |
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| Thurston: | Lemona...? |
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| Miranda: | Why sure, there's some in the fridge! |
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| Cindy: | Mother makes her own lemonade from scratch. It's the best! |
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| Thurston: | So what are your hobbies, son? If you want, we can do some hunting tomorrow. I've just picked up a new rifle I've been meaning to try out. Should be a real hoot! |
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| Bob: | Um. I'm not really. eh. I don't really hunt. |
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| Thurston: | You don't hunt? Well I'll be... |
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| Cindy: | Bob is an animal rights activist. He doesn't believe in harming animals. |
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| Miranda: | Dinner's ready! Let's go out to the patio where the pig is roasting. |
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| Bob: | Roast pig? I'm a vegetarian. |
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