Erica: Okay, you know what? I will just go. I will have the rib eye and a side of cornbread. Geoff, order.
Geoff: [quietly] Um... Just, um, some soup.
Alex: I'm sorry. What's that?
Geoff: Soup.
Alex: I can't make out what you're saying.
Geoff: Soup?
Alex: A-Are you saying "snook"?
Erica: Soup. He'll have the soup, French onion, a bowl, not a cup. [to Murray] Deal with it.
Murray: Are you trying to ruin the entire night?
Alex: And, uh, what else can I get for you?
Geoff: No, that's it. Just the soup.