Alex: (to Gloria) I'm not pretty like Haley and you.
Gloria: That's ridiculous! You're beautiful!
Alex: I'm not. But that's okay. I'm the smart one.
Gloria: Hmm... the cute busboy doesn't know that you're smart.
Gloria: He's been smiling at you every time he comes to the table.
Alex: He does not!
Gloria: Why do you think we are the only people with bread?