Beverly: Waiter, excuse me. My boy never got his river fish.
Alex: I am not your waiter. And where did this come from?
Father: They took it from our table.
Alex: Ma'am, this is not your food!
Geoff: Oh, no, did we just touch and steal food from those nice people?
Marc: Okay, here we go, everybody- Oh, boy.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] And that's when our dinner really did arrive.
Beverly: Uh, hi, hello. Over here. [chuckles nervously] So sorry about the mix-up. You can just come and take your food back.
Father: No, you poked it.
Beverly: Well, it was just a little poke.
Geoff: I didn't poke anything.
Barry: But I did. I jammed my thumb in there like a champ.