Brunt: Now, when is your birthday, precious?
Brunt: Hmmm. Funny, I would have bet you were an autumn birthday. See, the deep orange of orchid embers and Asiatic lilies make your skin tone glow.
Chuck: Well, actually, I have two birthdays, and my second one's in the fall, so actually you're right.
Brunt: Your gibberish is sweet, honey. Keep the flowers.