- Owen Thoreau Jr.: What's with the sunglasses?
- [Joe takes the sunglasses off]
- Owen Thoreau Jr.: Is that supposed to be a black eye?
- Joe Tranelli: It is a black eye.
- [Owen picks up and studies the menu]
- Joe Tranelli: Oh, really? That's it? You're not gonna ask? You're just gonna sit there and pretend to read a menu that you have memorized already and not ask?
- Owen Thoreau Jr.: I did ask. You chose to feel pancakes.
- Joe Tranelli: All right, so you're not at all curious?
- Owen Thoreau Jr.: What, you run into her boyfriend or something?
- Joe Tranelli: Worse.
- Owen Thoreau Jr.: Her husband?
- Joe Tranelli: Worse.
- Owen Thoreau Jr.: Worse than an irate husband punching you in the face?
- Joe Tranelli: I'd have to say, uh, yes. Yes, it was.
- Owen Thoreau Jr.: She punched you in the face?
- Terry Elliott: Sorry I'm late.
- Owen Thoreau Jr.: No, you're not.
- Terry Elliott: So, how did it go?
- [seeing Joe's black eye]
- Terry Elliott: Whoa.
- Owen Thoreau Jr.: He thinks he has a black eye.
- Terry Elliott: So either really bad or really good.
- Owen Thoreau Jr.: He won't say.
- Joe Tranelli: I-I'm getting there. Just let me finish.
- Joe Tranelli: I tell you, she was, um... you know, when Terry told me she was fun, I thought that was bad.
- Owen Thoreau Jr.: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on. Terry set this up?
- Joe Tranelli: Yeah. Yeah. I didn't tell you that?
- Owen Thoreau Jr.: Your first date in twenty years, you go with a Terry hand-me-down?