Chester CheeseChester Cheese, the golf-crazed golfer, is preparing one Sunday morning to go golfing at the local golf course.
"Golf! Golf! Golf!" nags Betty Cheese, his wife, standing with her hands on her hips and curlers in her hair. "That's all you ever think about. If you ever spent a week-end with me I think I would drop dead!"
"Look," replies Chester, putting on his golf hat. "There is no point in trying to bribe me!"