♪ When you dump him in the street... ♪
(TV playing indistinctly)
Are you wearing cologne?
No.
Georgie, I have the olfactory
senses of a polar bear.
They can smell a seal through three feet of ice.
Mind your business.
He's exhibiting Zahavian signaling theory.
Is that from Star Trek? No, biology.
He's trying to communicate his more desirable qualities
in order to attract Veronica.
Too bad he doesn't have any desirable qualities.
(doorbell rings)
Be the Danza. Be the Danza.
Be the Danza. (quietly): What a doofus.
Hey, there.
Thank you for having me, Mrs. Cooper.
Hey, Veronica. Let me take your bag. Hi.
Are you wearing Old Spice? Don't worry about it.
Here, let me show you around.
Oh. O-Okay. (chuckles)
Of course you remember the living room,
where we have our prayer group.
(quietly): Oh, my Lord...
And this is the dining room. That's where we'll dine.
But in the mornings, we dine in the kitchen.
Of course, if you'd like a snack,
that'd be in the refrigerator or the pantry.
You know, where your snack foods would be. Sure.
Washer, dryer.
Plus, we got those little sheets that smell nice
and fight static cling.
And here's our entertainment room. Hey, guys.
Hi. Hello.
We don't have cable, but we do have
all three major broadcast networks.
Here's the bathroom, for hygiene and whatnot.
And... here's where you'll be sleeping.
Did I take your room? Yes,
but I'll be on the couch.
Which is right near the TV and the kitchen,
so I'm peachy.
(Spanish music playing)
Hello. I'm John Sturgis.
We have a reservation.
Follow me.
♪ ♪
(quietly): Was a reservation really necessary?
I didn't want to take any chances. (chuckles)
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
I sit in that seat.
You sit here.
Oh, uh, okay.
What's going on?
Don't you remember?
John, I don't even remember where I just parked.
I'm recreating our first date!
The same restaurant, the same table,
the same jacket.
Different eyelashes, though, because
they regenerate every two to three months.
Mine are the same, actually.
They're fake.
(both laugh)
I wanted this night to be special
because it's the one-year anniversary of that date.
Is that a thing that people our age celebrate?
No idea. I've never been this age before.
And I've never dated anyone for a whole year.
(chuckles) Well...
Happy anniversary. (chuckles)
(classical music playing)
Sorry for the mess.
I emptied out this drawer so you can put your stuff away.
Where are your clothes?
I threw most of them out.
You didn't have to do that.
It's okay. They were old and full of holes.
And it worked out great.
I found some firecrackers and a bag full of my baby teeth.
Thank you.
Oh. I also hung a cross over the bed for you.
It's just Popsicle sticks and glitter. I glued it together
in Sunday school when I was a kid.
(crying softly)
Is-is it too much? I can take it down.
(sniffles) No, it's...
it's really sweet. (sniffles)
(crying) Why are you crying?
Did Georgie bring up
your unfortunate home life?
Uh, no.
Good. My mom said not to,
so that you would be comfortable.
Thank you.
Are you comfortable?
(laughing) And I remember how cute you looked
in your little pearl snap shirt with your bolo tie.
Well, I'd say it wasn't my first rodeo, but it was. (both chuckling)
Thank you for a wonderful year.
To many more. To many more.
Which leads me to the final surprise
of the evening.
What are you doing? Hang on, I don't want to spoil the surprise.
Getting down on one knee, it makes it pretty damn clear.
Surprise!