Mike: Let's see, when I picked her up she was loaded on codine and singing at the top of her lungs... Carl: So far, so good. Mike: She then proceeded to drink an entire bottle of very expensive wine, after which she yanked the hair out of my nose, started a fight with the waiter, and then passed out on the crapper... Carl: ...That doesn't sound so good. Mike: It wasn't, Carl! It was a total disaster! Carl: I'm sorry... I guess you'll never see her again. Mike: Are you kidding? I'm gonna marry that girl.
