Scene: The Caspers' living room. GEORGE is sitting in the chair, stage right, with his legs up on the chest, looking patient. There is a frying pan on the couch and a briefcase in front of George's chair.

There is a knock at the door. George turns slightly in the direction of the door.

There is another knock at the door. George looks around the room.

There is another knock at the door. George gets up to answer it.

There is another knock as George answers it.

GEORGE: Hello?

ELISE enters, walking into the middle of the room and plopping down on the couch next to the frying pan while talking.

ELISE: Hello. Are you the butler? Where's Bob? What a nice house this is. I've never been to Bob's house before today, but I had the day off and I thought I should stop by. (eyeing the frying pan) Nice decor.

GEORGE: Um, I don't know if you should -

ELISE: Come over here, sit next to me, silly. (getting up and pulling George on to the couch) So, how do you like working for Bob?

GEORGE: I don't work for Mr. Casper.

ELISE (looking startled): Omigod! I'm sorry, I must have gotten the wrong house. I was here earlier on, I must have just gotten confused this time.

GEORGE: Oh, no, this is Mr. Casper's house.

ELISE: Aren't you the butler?

GEORGE: No, I'm a business associate of Mr. Casper's.

ELISE: Oh, I'm so sorry. Silly me. I must have ruined everything for Bob. Please don't hate him or anything just on my account. I'm just so terribly stupid about these things, I seem to have put my foot right in my mouth. Where is Bob? I hope he won't be mad at me.

GEORGE (looking around): I'm not exactly sure where he is, but he's not here. You said you work for Mr. Casper?

ELISE: Well, I don't exactly work for him, but I work in his company. I'm a receptionist in his office. Me and him have kind of a - special relationship, if you know what I mean.

GEORGE: Mmm, I see. (looking for a way to escape)

ELISE (grasping George's arm): So anyway, we've been out on his boat every weekend the last three weeks, and I've never even seen his house! So I had the day off and I decided to stop by and surprise him.

GEORGE: Yes, I see.

ELISE: But I get here and he's not here! That's hardly fair, do you think? I take my day off to visit him, and he doesn't even show up.

GEORGE: Well, you didn't tell him you were coming.

ELISE (crossing her arms): You men always stick together! Of course I didn't tell him I was coming, silly, otherwise it wouldn't be a surprise!

GEORGE: I suppose you can't argue with that.

ELISE (grabbing George's arm again): Of course you can't argue with that, because it's right. That's the first thing people always learn about me when they meet me, it's that I'm always right. And there's certainly no point in arguing with someone who's always right. Right?

GEORGE (looking desperately for an out): I guess so.

ELISE: So, where's Bob?

GEORGE: He should be around somewhere.

ELISE: Just like a man, never around when you need him. I always say, a man is like a stocking, he lets you down just when you need him.

GEORGE (cocking his ear): Shh... I think I hear him coming.

ELISE: Really? (cocking her ear)

GEORGE: Hold on a second. (shakes himself loose and goes into the kitchen) Bob? Is that you? (to Elise) I'll be right back. I'm going to check if that's him.