Dimitri: I'll tell you nothing!
Jess: Last chance Dimitri, where is the drive?!
*Whispering* Oh, goddammit...!
Oh god the date! Oh! The date the date! Ok.
I'll be right back. Uh later at some point. You just stay here, and... uh...
When I get back, I'm gonna get that drive outta ya crazy Russian, okay?
Okay, your normal. You're normal.
So!
A date!
We're on a date! I bet you're really...
good at dates. Uh... your...
Uh... your... your face is...
It's good.
Buckley: It's okay. You don't have to be nervous
You look really beautiful by the way.
Waiter: Good evening! Welcome to warehouse!
I'll be your server tonight, and this lovely champagne... will be compliments of the house!
And I'll be right back to take your order.
Buckley: Cool! That was really nice!
Cheers!
Jess: Oh my god! What's that?!
Buckley: What? What?! I don't see anything.
Did you finish your drink already?
Jess: Yeah I was... uh... thirsty.
Um, I like your... uh... your tie!
Waiter: Are we ready to order?
Why don't you go first, madam?
Jess: No, I insist...
you go first.
Buckley: What?
Waiter: Did you like the champagne?
It's compliments of our owner, Dimitri!
Jess: Well, Dimitri's a little tied up right now, and I'll have the scallops!
Waiter: Know that whatever you have, your date will have the same.
Buckley: Weird place.
Jess: The grape Hut is the place you work right? Tell me about that. What's that all about?
Buckley: Um...
Well, I work in textiles, and I have to deal with clients and... come up all the time.
Buckley: What's that?
Jess: Uh...that's funny! We haven't even eaten and I'm already a mess!
Buckley: Are you okay?
Jess: Yeah I'm good, I'm great! I think it's going great, you like this date? I like it. Uh... where you at?
Buckley: I think it's going really weird!
Why did you slap me?
I have to go to the bathroom.
Jess: What?! Wait wait!
*Whispers* Shit!
Okay, who else besides that asshole is trying to kill me?
*Whispers* Goddammit...!
Okay, let's do thi------------------
Um... hey! Look at that! everyone's alive! Let's go get ice cream!
Bring my car around as fast as humanly possible.
Buckley: Jess, something really weird is going on, do you mind explaining...?
WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED??????????!!!!!!!!!!!
Jess: I'm a spy..................?
Do you still want to go get ice cream?
Buckley: What?! No!
Jess: Sex?
Buckley: What?! Yes!
Jess: Oh great!
Buckley: Taxi!
Holy shit!
That was...
That was Incredible.
Look.
Sorry if I freaked out back there.
I just feel like...
I-- I want to tell you something. you know?
Remember that you're... you, and I maybe... there's something there.
Jess: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?????????!!!!!!!!!!!
Buckley: What?! What?! What?! I... there's nothing there!
Jess: Uh, sorry, I just wanted to get some--------- BYE!
Buckley: No! Wait! Babe!
I'll call you!
Jess: Please don't!