Cheryl: So, you're having a party?
Harry: Well, it's actually more of a gathering. You know, just us and some loved ones. You know, my sister's Sally Storm.
Cheryl: The weather girl who's always right?
Harry: Well, she's not always right. She didn't predict that I'd be meetin' a sweet little angel like yourself. Hey, you wanna come?
Cheryl: I get off at 8.
Harry: No, no. The party's at 8. You'll get off at 9. You know somethin'? I like you so much, I'm gonna pay for these steaks. [removes steaks from pants]