Are you ok? Are you crying? My dad's here. Ok. He's here, ...
Mark: Are you ok? Are you crying?
Lexie: My dad's here.
Lexie: He's here, and he's sober, and I would really like for you to meet him.
Mark: Oh. Oh, um, oh!
Lexie: How 'bout, how 'bout dinner? Tonight. Camparo's at 8?
Mark: Ah, Lexie. Ah, dad's historically do not love me. And, by that I mean when I was a teenage, dad's did not love me. That's the last time I had to meet anyone's dad.
Lexie: I'm crazy about you, and I know that my dad would be too. You have nothing to worry about.
Mark: That's what you said when you told me to meet Derek. Lexie, I'm closer to your dad's age than yours. So, I'm thinking he may not love me so much. You know, what we have is fantastic. Why don't we just keep it for us?