Philip: Sorry, Robbie. Sorry to be late this morning, but, well, we've still got some time for a cup of coffee. I can't wait to see my old pal Charley Rafer.
Robbie: Neither can I.
Philip: So you thought about it, huh?
Robbie: Yes, I have, Dad.
Philip: Well, I'm glad. I knew you'd realize that this interview could be an important experience for you.
Robbie: I came to the conclusion.
Philip: That's very wise, Robbie. Very wise. Now let's head off for the city and the university club.
Robbie: Thanks, Dad.
Philip: Thanks...for what?
Robbie: Thanks for hearing me out. And...
Philip: And...?
Robbie: And thanks for being such an understanding father.
Philip: Well, thank you, Robbie. Thank you.
Dean: Philip Stewart! It's great to see you!
Philip: Charley Rafer-you look as young as ever.
Dean: You must be Robbie.
Robbie: Hi.
Philip: Yes, this is my youngest son Robbie. Robbie, I want you to meet one of the best tennis players on the Michigan team-Charley Rafer.
Robbie: Nice to meet you, Dean Rafer.
Dean: Well, are you as good a tennis player as your dad?
Robbie: No, I'm not very good at it.
Philip: Frankly, neither was I. Charley was the star of the team.
Dean: Yeah. Thanks. Well, how've you been, Philip?
Philip: Oh, working too hard.
Dean: Doesn't show. How's Ellen?
Philip: Fine, thank you. And how's Marge?
Dean: She's still giving the toughest English history exams in the school and loving every minute of it. And speaking of minutes, I have interviews until noon, so why don't we get right to work?
Philip: Can you have lunch with us later?
Dean: I'd love to , Philip, but I'm afraid I can't. I'm only here two days, and I have interviews with twenty-six applicants.
Philip: I understand. Well, thanks. I'll wait outside. Good luck, Son.
Dean: Did you bring your transcript from high school?
Robbie: Yes, sir. Right here.
Dean: Thank you. Please sit down.
Dean: I see under "activities" that you've been writing for the school paper.
Robbie: Yes, sir.
Dean: What kinds of articles have you written?
Robbie: All kinds-sports, editorials, theater reviews. You name it, I've written it.
Dean: Hmmm. Well, have you ever thought of becoming a journalist?
Robbie: A professional writer? Not until recently.
Dean: Michigan has a fine School of Journalism.
Robbie: Yes, I know that.
Dean: You seem to have some reservations.
Robbie: I'm a little uncertain.
Dean: It's been very nice talking to you.
Robbie: Nice talking to you, sir.
Dean: One piece of advice. The most important thing is for you to decided your own future.
Robbie: Yes, sir. Good-bye. Dean Rafer.
Dean: Good-bye. Robbie. Good luck.
Robbie: Neither can I.
Philip: So you thought about it, huh?
Robbie: Yes, I have, Dad.
Philip: Well, I'm glad. I knew you'd realize that this interview could be an important experience for you.
Robbie: I came to the conclusion.
Philip: That's very wise, Robbie. Very wise. Now let's head off for the city and the university club.
Robbie: Thanks, Dad.
Philip: Thanks...for what?
Robbie: Thanks for hearing me out. And...
Philip: And...?
Robbie: And thanks for being such an understanding father.
Philip: Well, thank you, Robbie. Thank you.
Dean: Philip Stewart! It's great to see you!
Philip: Charley Rafer-you look as young as ever.
Dean: You must be Robbie.
Robbie: Hi.
Philip: Yes, this is my youngest son Robbie. Robbie, I want you to meet one of the best tennis players on the Michigan team-Charley Rafer.
Robbie: Nice to meet you, Dean Rafer.
Dean: Well, are you as good a tennis player as your dad?
Robbie: No, I'm not very good at it.
Philip: Frankly, neither was I. Charley was the star of the team.
Dean: Yeah. Thanks. Well, how've you been, Philip?
Philip: Oh, working too hard.
Dean: Doesn't show. How's Ellen?
Philip: Fine, thank you. And how's Marge?
Dean: She's still giving the toughest English history exams in the school and loving every minute of it. And speaking of minutes, I have interviews until noon, so why don't we get right to work?
Philip: Can you have lunch with us later?
Dean: I'd love to , Philip, but I'm afraid I can't. I'm only here two days, and I have interviews with twenty-six applicants.
Philip: I understand. Well, thanks. I'll wait outside. Good luck, Son.
Dean: Did you bring your transcript from high school?
Robbie: Yes, sir. Right here.
Dean: Thank you. Please sit down.
Dean: I see under "activities" that you've been writing for the school paper.
Robbie: Yes, sir.
Dean: What kinds of articles have you written?
Robbie: All kinds-sports, editorials, theater reviews. You name it, I've written it.
Dean: Hmmm. Well, have you ever thought of becoming a journalist?
Robbie: A professional writer? Not until recently.
Dean: Michigan has a fine School of Journalism.
Robbie: Yes, I know that.
Dean: You seem to have some reservations.
Robbie: I'm a little uncertain.
Dean: It's been very nice talking to you.
Robbie: Nice talking to you, sir.
Dean: One piece of advice. The most important thing is for you to decided your own future.
Robbie: Yes, sir. Good-bye. Dean Rafer.
Dean: Good-bye. Robbie. Good luck.