Yeah. You got your little Colombian music going, huh?

And then we had a little wine, we got to talking, and the next thing you know out of nowhere Ross comes on to me.

Why don't we have dinner and talk about it? Great. I'll call you. Okay.

We'd like a booth over there, near the philodendron. Good, right? Near the philodendron.

Good, thank you. And on the night of the accident, were you texting while driving?

Can I at least eat it in front of the TV? Yes. No. Thanks, daddy. Mean daddy.

Oh, that's okay, a lot of the guys' girlfriends don't know football. They just kind of drink and talk in the kitchen.

No, it's all right. Walk me down. So, what's up?

That's an excellent idea. Yeah, if we chat it will create the illusion of time going faster.

You mean the man with the motorcycle helmet, the man who came to my door, who wanted to come in and have a beer and wait for you?

Was I... Excuse me? Were you texting on the night of the accident while driving? I... not while driving.

I once gave myself an official reprimand for conducting a meeting in the shower. The steam warped my gavel.

Meaning a dumpling with Baijiu, the more you eat or drink, the richer you will be. It sounds like our sort of party, dude. It does. Baijiu, Baijiu?

We'll do it in the shower. That's good. Won't fall asleep in the big fancy shower.

This reminds me of the time I walked in on you watching "Top Gun". You need to stop telling that story.

This is the table I sat at with my parents. This is the chair I sat in.

They wouldn't let us leave the terminal, so we slept next to these huge marble sculptures from Zimbabwe.

Hey, you can tell me what to do or you can tell me how to do it, but you can't do both. This isn't sex.

Yeah, but... An octagon has eight sides. But a wall, okay? A Wall's like this, see?

Not great, but we can work on it at lunch. Okay, I can be at your apartment in two hours.