Margaret: Welcome to Hal's Kitchen. Rain you look dashing this evening.
Rain: Thank you Madam Lévesque.
Margaret: And Taylor you look…droopy.
Taylor: (sneezes) Thank you. sneezes) Excuse me.
Rain: This is all going very, very wrong.
Margaret: Did you stick to the game plan?
Rain: Yes, I started the date with a horse string carriage just like you suggested.
Margaret: And what was wrong with that?
Rain: I think the horse started the date with a three bean casserole. It was a two mile ride behind nineteen pounds of stink.
Margaret: I'm sure it got better.
Rain: No it didn't. She's also allergic to the corsage you told me to get her.
Taylor: Have you ever sneezed 17 times in a row? I could just give myself a concussion.
Margaret: Can I take your corsage?
Taylor: Thank you.