Amy: Hello. How are you? How was your day, Yogi?
Robert: Good. Pretty quiet. Hit a little traffic coming home.
Amy: Oh, I'm sorry. You hate traffic.
Robert: Oh, that's okay. Ooh, what smells great?
Amy: Well, it just might be your favorite food.
Robert: Ribs fra diavolo?
Amy: Rib steak and mashed potatoes and bacon and a key-lime pie.
Robert: Is my mom here?
Amy: No, just me and you, and nobody's mom or dad or brother.
Robert: Wow. Here, let me help you. I'll set the table.
Amy: No, no, I want you to sit. You just relax because you've got a big meal ahead of you, and after that...
Robert: Oh. Well, if I'd known this was waiting for me, I would've driven home with the siren on.