Margaret: Where's your glass, Barbara?
Barbara: It's on the bar.
Martin: Barbara! Margaret! Come into the garden!
Martha and Charles are dancing in the dark.
Margaret: In the garden? What a laugh!
Barbara: So they are! They're dancing on the grass!
Margaret: They're dancing under the stars!
Martin: And Arnold's playing his guitar.
Barbara: Doesn't Martha look smart!
Margaret: Look at Charles! What a marvelous dancer!
Barbara: Ah! Let's take a photograph of Martha and Charles
Martin: We can't. It's too dark.