I'd never get anything done if I had to constantly encounter or step over swooning people.

[ He's going to get up for the paper plates he promised you. Maybe top off their glasses. ] Did it cost like it was actual beef? If I'd known you were going to pay for it I might have sprung for something better, but we agreed on greasy. [ And he's made it over to the table where she was laying things out. ] Actually they might do a blend. Sixty-forty maybe? Which personally I think is worse somehow, so I'm going to forget I might have remembered that.