Denise: So, anyway, he thinks he can pick up with me right where he left off with the other me.
Bartender: The you from another universe?
Denise: You got it. And dig this. He claims he got all that from another version of himself.
Bartender: I'm guessing from another universe?
Denise: Exactly.
Bartender: Okay. Why don't we get some food in that stomach? [snaps fingers]
Denise: Deviled eggs, little on the nose.