Nina: Oh, hi, Ernie. I was waiting to say goodnight to you.
Coach: Er... Listen, Nina, uh, I want to say something. Look, I'm not a rich guy, and, you know, I'm no brain. I'm just an average guy. But I like you, Nina, and I'd like to go out and do things with you. Would you have dinner with me tonight?
Nina: Oh, Ernie, that's sweet of you, but I've got a lot of unpacking to do, but thanks for asking.
Coach: Yeah. Yeah. Sure.
Sam: Coach. Look, I got shot down, too. Listen. There are just some women in this world you can't get to, and she's all of them.
Coach: Uh, look, I made reservations upstairs.
Nina: Well, goodnight, everybody. It was nice to meet you all. Goodnight, Ernie.
Coach: Bye, Nina.
[As Nina heads for the door, Coach falls down the stairs]
Nina: [gasps] Coach!
Cliff: Coach! He's out like a light. Coach, wake up.
Nina: Ernie, are you all right? Are you OK?
Coach: Yeah, I'm just a little woozy.
Sam: Coach, let me take you home.
Nina: Oh, let me, I live there, anyway.
Coach: Oh, no. Whoo. You've got all that unpacking.
Nina: Don't be silly. This is a lot more important than unpacking.
Coach: Works every time. [exits] [through the window] Sam, I might not be in tomorrow morning.