John: Dorothy. Dorothy, look at you. You're as beautiful now as you were then. How have you been?
Dorothy: I love you! I, uh- I'd love you to meet my friend Rose.
John: Oh. Hi. John Neretti. [to Dorothy] Shall we go? We've got reservations at 8:30.
Dorothy: Take me. Out. Take me out for dinner.
John: Sure.
Rose: Dorothy... Ahem. I thought you were gonna make him suffer.
Dorothy: Oh, and I will. Tomorrow morning I'll tell him he's the worst lover I ever had.