Will: So, what happened to your date, Carlton? Did she hit her head and her eyesight come back?
Carlton: She's powdering her nose. I can understand your bitterness, Will. The party's almost over, and you lost the bet.
Geoffrey: Ladies and gentlemen... Cinderella.
Cindy: Hello. Is my prince here? [Will waves and walks over] Hello, Will.
Will: Do I know you?
Cindy: Give a guy your last peanut-butter croissant, he forgets you in a minute.
Will: Cindy? The waitress?
Cindy: That's right.
Will: Yo, baby, that hairnet was doing nothing for you.
Cindy: Will, can I be your date tonight?
Will: Baby, forget tonight. Let's block out the next 50 years. Why'd you decide to come?
Cindy: Well, when the two of you showed up at the restaurant I thought you were just a couple of macho clods. But when you came back, you were so sweet. Well, I guess I'm just a sucker for a sad puppy. [Will whimpers like a puppy]