In the High School corridor walking between classes:
Mark: Peter, could we have a date on Friday?
Peter: Sorry Mark. Full moon isn’t until next week.
Mark: Damn, this wereprincess thing of yours is so hard to keep track of. So next week then?
Peter: With very great pleasure.
Mark: So, now on Friday would you mind going out with my sister?
Peter: Going out with, apart from myself at times, the most beautiful, funniest and smartest girl in school? If you twist my arm.
Mark: Good! She desperately wants to pick your brain to prepare herself for the Prom Queen contest. I hope you aren’t too upset that the Principal moved the prom to three weeks from now instead of five?
Peter, through gritted teeth: Not at all.