Jill: What made you think he was my brother?
Ian: Well, you know, I mean, you're going to the opera with Patty. And he's going to meet, uh, Pee Wee?
Jill: Yeah.
Ian: And, uh, you're looking forward to your mom's reunion and he's worried about getting a "lippy" from Aunt Sally. I... God, I feel like such a jerk!
Jill: No, no. I mean, if that's the way we came across, you know, like Donny and Marie, I can understand how you would've asked me out. The answer's no, by the way. I understand how you would've... You really thought he was my brother.
Ian: Look, I'm sorry.
Woman: God! You two are wonderful. If my husband sang with me that way, we'd still be together.