Murray: Whoo-hoo! Bookbinder's on a Saturday night with no reservations. You really did it, Bevy.
Beverly: Remember, when we're in public, it's Brittley Divine.
Hostess: I'm sorry... this table's reserved.
Beverly: Uh, for celebs, yes.
Hostess: For this party of four. There's a waiting list. It's about two hours.
Murray: I thought you said you had a standing table with complimentary appetizers.
Barry: I was gonna order two of everything, Noah's Ark-style.
Beverly: All right, hand over the menus. We're not going anywhere.
Erica: I am, 'cause this is mortifying.
Beverly: I guess you've left me no choice. [clears throat, removes sunglasses] It's me. All right? Now, be a dear and go get us three iced teas and maybe turn the lights down in this section, because people are starting to stare!
Murray: They're staring at you because you're a nightmare. I'm going across the street to Long John Silver's.
Barry: I didn't realize we were so close to fried pirate fish.
Beverly: Sit down, Barry. We are eating here for free. Clearly, this woman is very embarrassed and she'll do anything to make it right.
Hostess: I'm calling the police.