— Ally (as our narrator)
Same poeple, same faces. Lawyers, stockbrokers, twins. Can we give it up for the twins, please?
— Renee (warm up to telling joke in the bar).
I am. Let's go grab a bite. And maybe a twin.
— Ally to Renee
Fishisam: Now a real question. Think the twins ever get lucky?
— Richard to John
Not that lucky.
— John's reply
What's with Renee and The Biscuit?
I think it's just a dance. Oh, God. Here comes ours.
(they then go with the twins to dance)