Rachel:
So, did anybody see that Robert Waters is here?
Tim:
Who's that?
Les Price:
Come on, Tim. Robert Waters.
[Rachel scoffs]
Les Price:
Star of The Flight Patrol. It's a television show.
[Rachel chuckles]
Les Price:
On television.
Tim:
I don't know. I guess I just must not watch enough TV.
Les Price:
[scoffs]
Yeah, right.
Rachel:
Wait. You don't know who Robert Waters is?
Tim:
No, I... I don't. You do, I guess?
Rachel:
Well, I met him at Reagan's inauguration. God, I thought everybody knew who Robert Waters is.
Tim:
I... I don't. Why do you guys care?
Rachel:
Well, it's a little weird.
Tim:
Why?
Les Price:
He's here with three guys. The very macho star of Flight Patrol is here with three dudes.
Tim:
So?
Les Price:
So one of them tried to pick up Tim today.
Tim:
Me? When?
Rachel:
At the beach. Today at the bar.
Tim:
That guy?
Les Price:
Yeah. That guy.
Tim:
Look, he... he was nice. He was a nice guy.
Les Price:
[sarcastic]
Yeah, I'm sure he was really nice.
Rachel:
Real nice.
[mocking laugh at Tim, who, to hide his discomfort, lights up a cigarette]
Rachel:
You smoke?
Les Price:
I told you, Tim.
Tim:
What?
Rachel:
It's bad for you.
Les Price:
He knows. I told him last night.
Tim:
[taking a delight in smoking, blowing clouds of smoke]
Am I blowing this in your face? I mean, really, is this... is this actually bothering you? I mean, we're... we're outside.
Rachel:
Look, you just shouldn't smoke, Tim.
Tim:
Okay, I'm gonna finish this cigarette somewhere else, since you two don't like it.
[Rachel scoffs]
Tim:
The odds looking pretty good tonight, huh, Dad?
[goes off, leaving the pretty girl to Dad]
Rachel:
[sighs]
Tim, stop.
Les Price:
Let him go.
Rachel:
[clears throat]
Well, thank you for dinner, Les.
[prepares to leave]
Les Price:
Hey, hey, we're not done here.
Rachel:
No, look, just tell Tim that I'm sorry.
Les Price:
Let's have another drink, come on.
Rachel:
You know, I'll see you guys tomorrow.
Les Price:
Don't let him spoil the party, come on.
