Rita: Oh. I forgot there was a fire escape here. This is the perfect place for my photographer to hide. Scooter: I hope he's patient. It's going to take a lot of booze during dinner to get Catherine back here for dessert. Rita: You may want to knock a few back yourself. You'll have to be drunk to jump those old bones.
Alma: All I'm asking for is one final act of mercy. Please, save my friend. Bertram: Alright. I'll do it. Alma: Oh, bless you, Bertie. You know what would be nice on this pie? Some ice cream.
