Marianna: I can see my mother's face leaving something so beautiful behind, accident or not. "Que error, Marianna, que error."

Ric: Yeah, I could say the very same thing, what my mother would say if I had left something so beautiful behind at Martha’s Vineyard. It's no accident that I didn’t.

Mike: Hey, guys, I'll be able to finish this up in a minute. Just have a seat and I'll be with you as soon as I can, okay?

Ric: It's okay.

Mike: All right.

Ric: I wanted to grab a quick bite, but looks like it's kind of busy in here. I imagine it probably reminds you of that place you used to work in Martha’s Vineyard. Come on, I'll take you someplace nice.

Marianna: No, this is nice.

Ric: Oh, come --

Marianna: And it's not that. And I'm not afraid of being reported anymore.

Ric: All right. Have a seat.

Marianna: Thank you. I am with a charming, handsome man.

Ric: Oh.

Marianna: And there's no Randy glaring at me with hooded eye behind the counter and that awful plaid shirt he always wore. Thanks to you, he can't touch me anymore.