"Larry! Come here!" said his furious mother, putting the telephone down. "I've just had a call from Mrs. Harrison about your behavior toward her Doris at the school dance last night. You wretched, rude boy!"
"I was nice to her, Mum, really I was!" protested the youth. "I even paid her a compliment when we danced."
"Did you, indeed?" said his mother grimly. "And what exactly did you say?"
"I said, 'Gosh, Doris, you sweat less than any fat girl I've ever danced with!'"