Stephanie: I thought maybe we could get to know each other. [Ted is lost for words] You know, I'm an idiot. I've been dropping all these subtle hints that I like you. Sideways glances, the secret smiles, telling you I want to screw you. You're clearly not interested.
Ted: Gooch! I'm really not what you would call a winner. Oh, sure, I'm a lawyer. But that's only because I took the Bar exam in Alaska, and they only have like four laws and most of them are about when you can and cannot kill seals. And if it seems like I'm uninterested, it's only because I've no idea why you would like me. I mean, you are the most beautiful, perfect ukulele player I've ever seen. I know hat's not saying much, because they're usually fat Hawaiians. Still, I think what I'm trying to say is... Stephanie, I would love to go and have coffee with you.
Stephanie: What time do you get off from work?
Ted: Who cares?
[Ted and Stephanie walk out]