Alexandra: Well, if it was that hard to ask about a nickname, I won't hold my breath for a proposal.
Spencer: Proposal?
Alexandra: I must say, you appeared much smarter at the bar. A marriage proposal. I won't hold my breath.
Spencer: Hell, I'll ask you that right now. [she laughs] I mean it.
Alexandra: I think this affair might need to mature beyond a day.
Spencer: Why? What for? Are you worried there's things about me you might not like? I can promise you there's plenty.
Alexandra: I didn't hear a question.
Spencer: Marry me.
Alexandra: That's a statement.
Spencer: It's a demand.
Alexandra: You Americans are brutes.
Spencer: Yes, mam.
Alexandra: I will. I'll marry you. Now I would like to see these footprints from the dawn of man. Unless you need to cross naming our children off the list, as well.
Spencer: We should give it some thought. [she laughs]