Liz: You are my heroine. And by heroine, I mean “lady hero”. I don’t want to inject you and listen to jazz.
Jack: Her name is C.C and she is my lover
Liz: Ooh, that word bums me out unless it’s between the words “meat” and “pizza”.
Liz: Why are you in a suit?
Jack: What am I, a farmer? It’s after six.
Jack: The lady will be having the tasting menu, but with some substitutions. Instead of, uh, any of it, she’ll have a cup of hot water with a chicken bone in it and a bowl of salted ice cubes.
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