Waitress: Don't you cry, honey. If you two kids really love each other, you got nothin' to be scared of.
Bret: Lady, do you mind, we'd like to be alone.
Waitress: I know just what you mean. (slurring words) I run off and got married when I was younger than her.
Bret: Lady, please.
Waitress: Don't worry, I'm not gonna try and stop you. I know what you need. I'll get ya a drink.