Phil: Honey, have I told you how lucky I am?
Claire: You mean since dinner?
Phil: I can't help it. Your beautiful eyes, your silky hair. Promise me you'll never change. [pulls coin out from behind Claire's ear]
Claire: I have to admit, that's kind of hot. Maybe I will go change.
Phil: Mmm. Mmm. I still got it. [trips] Knock it off.