Claire: So, champagne?
Phil: Um, actually, Claire, something's come up so gotta go.
Claire: You're not ditching me here on Valentine's Day. Screw that. Sit.
Phil: But Wh- Oh, okay. We'll- We'll stay.
Claire: Phil.
Phil: Oh, that's part of it? So hot. Claire. I'm leaving. Deal with it. [trips over a mobility scooter] So no one walks anymore!