Girl: Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Mel-where's-at-cuz'-she's-missed- to you. Happy Birthday to you.
[The girl looks up from her pre-scripted notecard. Tentatively]
Girl: I think that's the end of the message.
[A stunned man stares while frozen in the door way.]
Girl [Says to herself]: I didn't know guys were often named Mel. Maybe I got the wrong apartment.
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