Alexis: Yay! God, what are you doing here?
Ted: Hey, sweetie. You were right, we deserve a night out. So, I just pushed all my morning appointments. Which will be fine, I guess, it just means that I'll be staying up 'til 1:00 A.M. on a Saturday, spaying with a pretty shaky hand.
Alexis: What can I get you to drink?
Ted: Oh no, don't worry about that. After you used all of my booze for your punch, the only alcohol left in my fridge was a few of your rum, raspberry, coconut coolers. So I just polished them off, and it tasted like burnt plastic, and I regretted it instantly.