Russ: Mom says you’re having a slumber party next Saturday.
Irene: I’m just having a few friends over for a sleepover and it’s none of your business.
Russ: Don’t be like that. How many people did you invite?
Irene: I’m not telling you anything. I know what you’re thinking. You want to pull pranks on us.
Russ: No, I don’t. I just want to know how many giggling girls in sleeping bags I’ll have to step over to get to the kitchen.
Irene: You’re not going to get anything out of me. I can see right through you.
Russ: Are you going to wear your pajamas with feet?
Irene: Don’t be stupid! I haven’t worn those since I was six!
Russ: Can I be part of the pillow fight?
Irene: No way! You’re not invited!
Russ: But you’re going to stay up all night and watch movies, aren’t you? I want to do that, too.
Irene: You’d better stop teasing me or I’m going to tell Mom.
Russ: I’m not doing anything. I’m only trying to help you plan your party.
Irene: Right! You want to help me? It’s more like you want to wreck my party.
Russ: Ah, you’ve hurt my feelings.
Irene: I doubt it. Now leave me alone!
