Dorothy: Oh, no, thanks. I'm fine. What am I saying? I am not fine. Look, Lucas, this isn't your fault. I do not go out on blind dates. I mean, this is as silly as I have felt in a long, long time. [a waiter places a crab-themed bib over Dorothy] Until now.
Lucas: Wait till he brings the pants.
Dorothy: You're joking.
Lucas: Somebody's got to.