Cliff: Hi, Margaret. Come on in. l, uh, hope you like the room. It's- It's got a view.
Margaret: Oh, the ice machine. It's just like you to think of everything.
Cliff: So...
Margaret: So.
Cliff: So, uh, let me grab your jacket there.
Margaret: [chuckles] Cliff, I know this is an awkward moment. Couldn't we just somehow get past it?
Cliff: I'm for that.
[Margaret shrieks as Cliff flips her over onto the bed]
Cliff: Oh, Maggie! Maggie! Maggie!
Margaret: Oh, Cliff!
Cliff: Oh, Maggie! [knocking on door] Yes?
Policeman: [o.s.] It's the police!
Cliff: My first time and I get arrested.
Margaret: We aren't doing anything illegal. Answer the door.