Sam: Say, you know, Darlene and I can't make up our mind whether to have some chili or a hamburger. Maybe this Cafe joint sounds just like the ticket. Well, you got the number there? [Diane laughs] What? What's the number? What?
Diane: Pardonne mon laughteur, Sam. This is not the sort of place you just call and make a reservation. My dinner companion is a Brundage, and even with that pull, he had to wait three months for a table.
Sam: Ooh, geez, I wonder how long he had to wait for the chairs.
Diane: Look what I'm dealing with. You consider food as a fuel to be salted down heavily, covered with ketchup, stuffed in your mouth, and on a good day, chewed. What I'm trying to say is, Sam, you couldn't possibly get a reservation at this late hour.