Maitre D': Our chef Claude would like to say hello. He met you while he was a chef at La Ronde. Do you mind?
Sam: Oh, uh well, actu- Actually... Maybe, uh...
Maitre D': It won't take but a moment.
Sam: [to Darlene] Grab your purse. We've got to get-
Chef: Dr. Weinstein, so good- You're not Dr. Weinstein.
Sam: Yes, I am. Perhaps you hadn't heard about my accident.
Chef: Why, no, I didn't.
Sam: Oh, yes, yes, uh... terribly disfigured. Uh, thank God for plastic surgery.
Chef: Oh, I'm so sorry. But they've done a wonderful job.
Sam: Hmm.
Chef: You look much better. And taller.
Sam: Traction. It, uh...
Chef: Well, nice to see you again.
Sam: You, too.