Carol: That's what I'll tell Dad if he ever asks. So finish your salty story.
Maggie: What I have got to left off?
Carol: Dustin Hofmann is coming on to you.
Maggie: well, I didn't exactly say he is coming on to me. You see, he was **1** the midnight cowboy at this press conference. Just years ago when I was working with news weekly.
Carol: Dustin Hofmann?
Maggie: I was sitting at the back accredited for reporters, waiting for him, when I have to go the bathroom. So out on the **2**, who do I run into? Face to face.
Carol: Dustin Hofmann
Maggie:Yes, he looked right at me and said:” is it the way to the press conference?”
Carol: And?
Maggie: And what?
Carol: And that's all he said?
Maggie: Or what else could he say? We were in office hallway for crying out loud.
Carol: Mom, that's not much of a story.
Maggie: Yeah, but it's all mine

Waiter: Hey, all ladies.
Maggie: thanks.
Waiter: The juice is for the kid.
Carol: We got it
Waiter: Enjoy it.

Carol: I mean, mom, I have been expecting something really sleazy.
Maggie: Sleazy?
Carol: Yeah You know, like John Carlen's kinds of stuff. I mean, don't you have something that you never told anyone, something you'll be keeping for all these years?
Maggie: Sure, everybody does.
Carol: Oh, tell me, ok?
Maggie: Carol.
Carol: Mom, it's just between us, cross my heart.
Maggie: You know, from you were a baby, I used to imagine a day when you and I will be **3** secrets like sisters.
Carol: I hope that's not your secret.
Maggie: Oh, no. ok. For your ears only.
Carol: Of course.
Maggie: 2 years ago, at that neighborhood **4**, Butt Koosman tried to kiss me at the back porch.
Carol: Wow. What happened?
Maggie: I told him to behave himself. And he got very embarrassed. And he apologized and begged me not to tell your father and then he threw up.
Carol: Did you tell dad?
Maggie: No, there is no reason to get your father **5**. And you promise never to say a word.
Carol: Oh, I won't.
Maggie: Ok, it's your turn to show your secrets.
Carol: Remember the Saturday night, last month, when Debbie, Shelley and I went to the library, and then we spent the night at the Debbie's house.
Maggie: Yeah.
Carol: oh, we didn't study at all.
Maggie: Yeah?
Carol: Instead, we took the **6** into Manhattan, we went to this Dance club SOHO.
Maggie: Yeah?
Carol: you have to be 21 to get into this place. Debbie, Shelley were bent to give up. But I was so cool. I greased the doorman.
Maggie: Greased?
Carol: I **7** him 20 dollars to let us in. We zag zig or what. Oh, so great. We danced to 4 in the morning with these guys who didn't even speak English. And then we took the train back and snug into her room on **8** sleep before her parents ever woke up. Until this day, no one is any little wiser.