Hal: Oh, listen, Polly, are you doing anything Friday night?
Polly: Oh, my God, I've been dreading this day. This is what happened on my last job. Of course he told me he only had six months to live. And, boy, did he live.
Hal: No. No, no. Polly, Polly... I was asking for my friend, Abe. He was here the other day.
Polly: Oh. Stevie's dad?
Hal: Yeah. Oh, he's a great guy. A lot of fun, a big heart, a great personality...
Polly: I know he's fat, Hal.
Hal: That wasn't...
Polly: Oh, no, that's okay. To tell you the truth, I prefer big men. So have him call me.
Hal: All right! But this should not be construed as a setup in any way, because he was going to ask you out in the first place. If you're gonna do this, you need to promise in advance that you're not going to stalk him or run him over with a car or suddenly decide he looks like your stepbrother and throw a steam iron at him.
Polly: I drifted off, Hal, but okay.