It's the spring of 1957 and Dick goes to pick up his date, Maureen. Dick's
a pretty hip guy with his own two-tone car and a ducktail hairdo. When he
goes to the front door, Maureen's father answers and invites him in.
“Maureen's not ready yet, so why don't you have a seat?” he says. “That's
cool.” says Dick.

Maureen's father asks Dick what they are planning to do. Dick replies
politely that they will probably just go to the malt shop or to a drive-in

Maureen's father replies, “Why don't you kids go out and screw? I hear all
of the kids are doing it.” A stunned silence falls over Dick, not quite
knowing how to respond to this statement, and a surprised Dick says,

“Yeah,” says Maureen's father, “Maureen really likes to screw; she'll Screw
all night if we let her!” After the initial shock, Dick's eyes light up
and he smiles from ear to ear.

Immediately, he has revised the plans for the evening. A few minutes
later, Maureen comes downstairs in her little poodle skirt with her saddle shoes
and announces that she's ready to go. Almost breathless with anticipation,
Dick escorts his date out the front door while dad is saying “Have a good
evening kids,” with a wink for Dick.

About 20 minutes later, a thoroughly flustered and red-faced Maureen
rushes back into the house, slams the door behind her and screams at her father: