Just like the apothecary tables of yore.

I'm taking you straight to the canteen. They've just finished their lunch. Table four.

Yeah. It's an apothecary table. Does anyone even know what an apothecary is? A pharmacist.

It's too much, the car keys, the coffee table, your roller skate on the front porch.

Oh. Oh my God. You like it? Oh no. It's my new apothecary table.

And she brought me this duty-free Toblerone. Oh. I love those. Let's sit somewhere else.

I'm not letting you do the coffee-table thing again. Mitchell, superstitions are a big part of sports.

What do you mean? You are obsessing about something that is happening 6700 miles away and you're missing the woman with the veil eating french fries at the next table.

Yeah, maybe. Meanwhile, back in the 21st century, people are raising their tray tables and putting their seat-backs in an upright position 'cause it's time to land in San Francisco.

Thanks to you and your Dr pepper, my teak end table upstairs looks like the Olympic flag. Think, Luke. Yes. Think, Luke.