Daphne: George, tomorrow's Sunday. We could sleep late, and get the paper and have breakfast and spend the morning together, go for a long walk, maybe do a little shopping, have lunch...
George: You know what? I don't think I'm going to be able to stay over tonight.
Daphne: Why not?
George: I- I really should go home. Actually, I'm planning on spending the day with my father tomorrow. We're, uh, we're going to a father-son picnic, just the two of us.
Daphne: I thought we were going to spend the day together.
George: Well, Dad's been planning this for such a long time. He bought a new blanket, and he got tha.... that game with foam paddles and the Velcro ball.
Daphne: Have you given any more thought to what we talked about? You know, moving in?
George: Yes. Oh, yes. Very much.
Daphne: Maybe you don't want to move in.
George: No, no, I do. You know it's just...
Daphne: Maybe Al Nechy was right. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten involved with you.
George: No, he's not right. Al Nechy is not right! All right, I'm canceling the father-son picnic. I don't know what he's gonna do with all that potato salad.