Whistle-Stop Tour

So Paul was in town last night for, like, a couple hours. He drove down from Elgin to pick up Gerry and Judy at the airport, Prestwick Airport, the airport of false economy.

Anna-Lisa: "You know, flights into Prestwick are alwaaaaaaaaays cheaper."

Paul: "Yes."

Anna-Lisa: "You know why?"

Paul: "Because they're into Prestwick."

Anna-Lisa: "Where's Prestwick?"

Paul: "Exactly. That's the point."

Anna-Lisa: "Indeed, false economy."

Paul: "And Judy said I promised to pick them up at the airport. Although I don't remember saying that."

Anna-Lisa: "Where are they flying in from?"

Paul: "Rome. They were at the wedding of Gerry's friend."

Anna-Lisa: "Is he Romanian?"

Paul: "Yes."