Mr. Li: Who the hell are you?
Ida: Oh, darling, don't be silly. Get the rings!
Mr. Li: Wait, I know you. You're that horrible woman at my table who kept spitting at the busboys.
Ida: Oh, no, no. That was someone else.
Mr. Li: No, it was you!
Ida: My little honey lamb.
Mr. Li: Let me go!
Ida: Hoochie-coochie.
Mr. Li: Ow! Ooh! Ooh! You take your... take your hands off of me!
Ida: You can't leave me now! I'm pregnant! Oh! Why, why?! Why can't I ever be happy?!