Bob: I want you to open that door right now. Our daughter's in there, and she's drunk.
Waiter: I really shouldn't be doing this.
Bob: Okay. Then I'll just sue you until you're dead. [he opens the door] You get off my daughter.
Red: [o.s.] Bob. What the hell?
Bob: [o.s.] Red?
Midge: [o.s.] Ooh. Kitty, what a pretty nightgown.
Kitty: [o.s.] Thank you, Midge. Could you hand it to me, please?