Tim: Hey, Art.
Mr. Leonard: Well, hello, Timmy.
Tim: What the heck's going on here? You have a lot of nerve.
Mr. Leonard: Careful, Tim.
Tim: She's half your age, buddy! You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
Mr. Leonard: Tim, I'd like you to meet my daughter.
Tim: Well, of course it's your daughter. She's half your age. [laughs] It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm just going to slip back to my table and finish my other foot.