Frank: Erica, what is that heavenly scent you're wearing? Let me guess what it is.
Marie: All right, Frank. We don't sniff the guests.
Frank: I'm having a conversation!
Marie: You're embarrassing yourself!
Frank: And you're embarrassing me! People think I'm with you!
Marie: You want me to leave?
Frank: There's a birthday present.
Marie: Happy birthday, Frank. You are now officially a dirty old man.