Betty was sitting down now at a table against the glass wall right next to the big dark guy in the dinner jacket.

The collar of his dinner jacket was half turned up in the back.

It required only the addition of his dinner jacket to make himself complete.

He may as well have been born in a dinner jacket.

They've come a long way, have dinner jackets, since my day.

Luke asked himself later as he changed into his dinner jacket.

I said to the man in the white dinner jacket.

I yelled at the man in the white dinner jacket.

All he had to do was take off his dinner jacket.

I didn't want them to see me in my dinner jacket, for some reason.