Jennifer Ravelli: Dick, with my allergies, I won't be able to eat anything here.
Dick: Uh-huh. [loudly] Oh, no! No, no, no! Mary's here. This is no good.
Jennifer Ravelli: Well, we'll go somewhere else.
Dick: No, no. I will not let her control my life. Sir, we would like a table as far away from that woman as possible.
Maitre 'D: Of course. How is the table by the window?
Dick: What, in the draft?
Maitre 'D: Well, what about next to the bar?
Dick: With all those drunken boors?
Maitre 'D: Well, I'm afraid that leaves this table here.
Dick: All right, but this is an outrage.