[originaltext]M: It all seems like yesterday, doesn’t it, darling?W: Ah. Yes,

M: It all seems like yesterday, doesn’t it, darling?
W: Ah. Yes, it does. How time flies!  And it’s twenty years ago.
M: Twenty years since I first brought you here. Do you remember? This same table in the comer near the bank.
W: Not the first time, Stan. The first time we came here we sat over in the comer by the window.
M: I remember now. Of course, we were over there by the window. I remember that night.
W: Oh, Stan, you’re thinking of other times after we got married. That first night Marrio was away with the Flu, don’t you remember, and we got the young waiter, Trevor.
M: Oh, yes. Trevor was the one with glasses and black teeth. And he had a stutter, didn’t he? You were doing your best not to laugh.
W: What a memory! No, Stan, Trevor was the dark-haired, tall boy with the very deep voice, the one you said would make a good singer.
M: Did I? Strange, how I’ve forgotten that. There you were, across the table, in that lovely, long dark red dress of yours, with that golden handbag.
W: Oh, Stan, you are impossible! I’ve never had a dark red dress, not a long one anyway, or a golden handbag. That night I had a green dress on and my handbag was brown.
M: Oh yes, yes, yes. But there’s one detail that I do remember clearly. You had a golden belt on.
W: No, Stan. The belt I wore that night was brown like the handbag.
M: Oh, dear, I’m not doing very well, am I? I know why I’m not, though. I was so... so excited that I probably didn’t notice your clothes.