Daphne: I don't know what came over me. I haven't cried like that since, well... (crying again) New Year's Eve.
Martin: Oh, geez, come on, Daph. You're, uh, you know, you're going to find someone.
Daphne: You think so?
Martin: Well, sure. Yeah, you're... you have a lot of very great qualities.
Daphne: Thank you. I'm so sorry about this. I know it makes you uncomfortable to talk about personal things.
Martin: Yeah, well, that's all right. So, you ready to order?
(They study the menus for a moment)
Daphne: What kind of qualities?
Martin: Well... you know, you're smart, and nice-looking, and fun to be with. So you gonna go with the soup or salad?
Daphne: You really think I'm nice-looking?
Martin: (flustered) Well, sure, yeah. Where's that guy with the bread?
Daphne: That is so sweet of you.
Martin: Well, don't mention it. Let's just have a nice happy evening.
Daphne: Of course. I'm fine now. (after another short pause) Nice-looking how?
Martin: Oh, geez!
Daphne: Oh, never mind.
Martin: Oh, no it's all right. Well, you know, you're pretty and, uh... tall, and uh... take good care of your hair, you know... You're attractive, what do you want from me?
Daphne: Well, I'm sorry, but I don't here this sort of thing very much lately.
Martin: Well, you're just in a slump, that's all. You ask me, you're a great catch.
(A waiter comes over)
Waiter: It's not my place to say so, Miss, but I think your father's right. You're a very attractive woman.
(He goes off. Daphne smiles, Martin does not)
Daphne: Well, how about that? That's a nice little ego boost.