*He drops the �manual� making the sign of the cross at it*
Terr: That�s a goddamn book! No Way am I that bored.
*Meanwhile, on Dom�s date*
Girl-Next-Door: We�re here honey! You can take off your blindfold!
Dom: Ok, here goes�
Girl-Next-Door: There� My favourite restaurant!
Dom: The �Curried Indian�?
Girl-Next-Door: Well, yes� you do like Indian don�t you?
Dom: Ah, actually�
Girl-Next-Door: *interrupts* because I just don�t think I could stand to be with a guy who didn�t like it� hot� why do you think I carry capsicum spray with me everywhere? It�ll make anything hot.
Dom: I� well� Of course I love Indian! *Thinks: �oh shit� what now?�*
Girl-Next-Door: Well, lets go in.
Dom: Ok�
*As they walk in Dom notices a sign. It reads, �Sorry, toilets out of order�*
Dom: Shouldn�t�ve asked�
Girl-Next-Door: What was that baby?
Dom: oh� nothing.
Girl-Next-Door: Good. *Speaking to the maitre d�* I have a table booked?
Maitre D�: Under what name?
Girl-Next-Door: Oh, well my name is�