The evening's not over yet.

No, I'll be right over.

My escort days are over.

Oh, geez, what came over me?

I think the booze is over there.

Maybe we better start all over again.

Okay, I'm alright.

I'm afraid so.

You got that bike chain grease all over my evening gown.

I'm getting depressed, man.

I mean, all you gotta do is pick up young, attractive debutantes at their homes and take them to plays.

I'm gonna go clean up.

Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Hagg.

I'm her escort for the evening.

I'm gonna give you a shot.

I'm such a big-shot nurse.

I'll have you over once a week so Harold can bludgeon you until I get excited.

I'm sorry, I'm just one of those guys that gags at the drop of a hat.

The woman I'm escorting tonight's fairly undemanding.

No, I'm talking about this rancid salami.