Waiter: Your change, Dr. Weinstein.
Sam: Ah, thank you very much. Whew, boy, remember the good old days when you could spend $200 for a meal and then still have enough change to buy a mint patty? [to the waiter as he leaves] Ah, Paul, memorable. [sees Diane asleep] Aw, gee.
Maitre D': [claps in Diane's face] [Diane screams out] Madam, we've had our last seating. I'm afraid we won't be able to accommodate you this evening.
Sam: Oh, Paul, uh could I speak to you for a minute? [to Darlene] I'll meet you outside. Listen, it, it would be a great personal favor to me, Dr. Julian Weinstein - in fact, to the entire Weinstein family, and pretty much to doctors all over the world - if if you could, uh, make sure she gets some food.
Maitre D': Well, uh, if you'll agree to honor us with your presence again, Dr. Weinstein, I'll see to it personally.
Sam: Well, I appreciate that. Enjoy, Diane.