ELLIOTT: Some night, huh?
JOHN: It was okay.
ELLIOTT: Oh, come on. I saw you. You catch his name or the two of you get too tongue-tied?
JOHN: Gee. You think that one up all by yourself?
ELLIOTT: I know you like him.
JOHN: Pretty observant for a straight guy, aren’t you?
ELLIOTT: I know your type.
JOHN: Oh my God! My type? Are you serious?
ELLIOTT: You’re real quiet, so you’re attracted to loud men—
JOHN: Oh my God!
ELLIOTT: There’s nothing wrong with that!
JOHN: Stop it! What about you, though?
ELLIOTT: What about me?
JOHN: I saw you talking to his friend. Darcy?
ELLIOTT: Who? The stuffy one with the glasses?
JOHN: She’s not stuffy! Not the way Bing tells it.
ELLIOTT: Well, she was pretty damn stuffy with me.
JOHN: Are you upset she wouldn’t dance with you?
ELLIOTT: I’m not upset she wouldn’t dance with me, no. After the way she turned her nose up at me when I asked her, I’m actually kinda relieved she said no.
JOHN: Are you serious?
ELLIOTT: Look, she’s just not my type, OK?
JOHN: You and your types! Bullshit! She is exactly your type!
ELLIOTT: Did you just say “bullshit”?
JOHN: Don’t change the subject, Elliott! She was exactly your type! She’s tall—
ELLIOTT: When have I ever dated a tall—OK, yeah, fine—
JOHN: She’s a brunette—
ELLIOTT: I’ve dated blondes! I have very dated redheads.
JOHN: Not like you’ve dated brunettes, honey. Plus, she’s smart.
ELLIOTT: You forgot funny. Funny is also my type.
JOHN: Not always. Sarah wasn’t funny.
ELLIOTT: No, but at least she was able to take a joke—
JOHN: Until she wasn’t.
ELLIOTT: Which is why it didn’t work out! Sense of humor is important to me, Johnny!
JOHN: Hey! What have talked about.
ELLIOTT: John. Sorry.
JOHN: Accepted. And I still think you two would be really cute together.
JOHN: You could be her henchman—
ELLIOTT: Oh, shove it.
JOHN: What! Our spouses could be each other’s best men! It’d be perfect!
ELLIOTT: Mom was right about you, wasn’t she?