Nick: [on the phone] Annabelle, you got to help me out.
Annabelle: Mr. Miller, in 30 minutes, I'll have a barstool and a high chair. I might be able to get you a table, but I can't guarantee that your mariachi band is gonna hang around.
Nick: [beep] I'm so sorry. Can you please hold?
Annabelle: Come on, Miller.
Nick: [switches line] Bob, I don't have time for this.
Bob Day: Clock's ticking, bub!
Nick: I know. But the hostess just offered me a barstool and a high chair, and I think I have to take it.
Bob Day: Wait, wait, wait, wait. Let me talk to her. Merge me. Merge me.
Nick: You asked for it. Here's Annabelle. [Jess enters] Nobody say a word.