Johnny: Mr. Ertlinger, I hope this doesn't stand in the way of... our doing business.
Herb Ertlinger: Your wife has ensured that that won't be happening. Between the two of them they could not find a single wine they were willing to put Moira's name on.
David: I said radish!
Herb Ertlinger: We... [swallows anger] Could you please escort your family out of here? I am very late for a dinner!
Johnny: I am offering a major apology if that'll help. [awkward silence] Okay. I take it keys are in your purse, Moira?