Marie: That is so cute.
Cheryl: Thank you. I love that color. Bob, what do you think of our new clothes—for the party
Bob: There’s a party tomorrow?
Cheryl: It’s Mr. Evans’s birthday. Remember?
Bob: Oh, right. Am I going?
Cheryl: Yes, you are.
Cheryl: So tell us what you think of our new clothes.
Bob: All those clothes are for one party?
Cheryl: No. We have to decide what to wear. What do you think of these blouses?
Bob: They’re very flattering.
Marie: Which one do you like more?
Bob: What do you mean?
Cheryl: Which one do you prefer?
Bob: I like them both the same.
Marie: No, you don’t. You’re just saying that. You need to have an opinion. You have to choose.
Bob: No, no, no. I’m not doing that.
Cheryl: Bob, please. Help us decide what to wear.
Marie: Which skirt do you like?
Bob: The red one.
Cheryl: Great. That’s not so hard, is it? Which shoes look better?
Marie: Which sweater do you prefer?
Bob: I like the purple one.
Cheryl: Bob, you like Marie’s clothes more than mine.
Bob: No, I don’t. That’s not true!
Cheryl: Then which dress do you prefer?
Bob: That one!
Cheryl: This is Marie’s dress, too! What’s wrong with my clothes?
Bob: Nothing! Nothing! I like your clothes. I like Marie’s clothes. I like everything. I like all dresses
and all sweaters and all skirts and all shoes!
Cheryl: Who asked you anyway?
Bob: You did.