Charlie: Hey. Linda: What are you doing here? Charlie: I came to apologize. I am sorry about last night. Linda: You're sorry? For ruining one of the most important nights of my career. For embarrassing me within an inch of my life? Charlie: Well, yeah! Unless I did something else. Linda: No, you did quite enough, thank you. Charlie: Look, I understand why you're mad, but it really wasn't my fault. I was nervous about last night, so my mother gave me what I assume was one of her tranquilizers. But now I'm thinking it was a little something she had left over from Woodstock.