Phil invites his ex-girlfriend over to his house to meet his wife.
[n] - noun, [v] - verb, [phv] - phrasal verb, [adj] - adjective, [exp] - expression
Directions: Choose the expression that best completes the sentence
Claire: Hey Honey, Hugh Grant has.....
Phil: I'm in
Claire: Ok. Well Alex has a cello lesson at eleven and Junior Congress at noon.
Haley: Doesn't she also have no boys at forever?
Alex: Don't you have an eating disorder you need to attend to?
Claire: Yeah, anyway, uh, we could see the 4:00 or the 6:20.
Phil: Oh, actually, that's no good. I'm meeting my friend Denise for a drink.
Claire: Denise? Do I know Denise?
Phil: Yeah, you know, my old girlfriend.
Haley: Oh, my god. Gross. I can't even picture you with a woman.
Claire: Thank you.
Luke: You had a girlfriend before mom?
Phil: Try two. Trust me. I had plenty of funin my time. And then I met your mom.
Claire: And thank you.
Claire: Hi Honey.
Claire: When are you getting together with your gal pal?
Phil: Actually, I was just checking on that. She's supposed to send me a message.
Claire: Ohh. You're Facebook friends.
Phil: Sure am. She's one of my 447 friends. Everybody wants a slice.
Claire: How long have you two been in touch with each other?
Phil: Uh, she tracked me down about a year ago.
Claire: Mm. Mm, mm.
Phil: What? What – what’s that sound?
Claire: Mm. Nothing.
Phil: Oh. There she is right now. "How about we meet at Le Reve at 7:30?"
Claire: Well, that sounds innocent enough. I mean, drinks with an ex-girlfriend at an intimate French restaurant.
Phil: Honey, you're doing that thing where you say what I want you to say, but your tone seems mean.
Claire: Let me guess - Denise isn't married.
Phil: Recently divorced. What's the big deal?
Claire: Come on, Phil. You can't be that naive. Seriously, women in their 30s on the internet are like -- they're like ninjas. They get in their little black outfits and try and snaek their way into your marriage.
Phil: That's not Denise. Here, read some of her messages. You're gonna feel silly.
Claire: [ sultry voice ] "Hey, Phil. How's it goin'?"
Phil: You can't add the sexy voice. "Hi, Phil. How's it going?"
Claire: "So glad to hear your neck is better."
Phil: Are you seriously jealous?
Claire: No! I am not jealous at all. I just happen to know women better than you do, And that woman wants a slice.
Phil: Okay, just to prove how wrong you are, I'm gonna invite her over here for drinks.
Claire: Fine with me. Just hope it's fine with Denise. [ sultry voice ] "Gee, Phil. I really had my heart set on Le Reve."
Phil: That voice doesn't bother me. Kind of like it!
Phil: Hi! Oh, careful, there's a thing. ooh. That's a ... good to see you.
Claire: Hi! Oh, my gosh! Hi, I'm Claire. You must be De… o-kay. Denise.
Denise: Oh, and you're even prettier than the pictures that Phil’s always posting.
Phil: Just a couple.
Denise: Shut up. Every week. He loves showing you off. My boyfriend likes your Acapulco pictures. Probably a little too much.
Claire: Well, thank your boyfriend for me. Sure. Come on in. Please.
Denise: I think I'm just gonna use the, um...
Claire: Oh, yeah, of course. Down the hall, left-hand side. You can't miss it.
Claire: Okay, she's fantastic.
Claire: Yes. I feel awful. When did I become this horribly cynical person who assumes the worst about people?
Phil: I first noticed it seven years - you're not.
Denise: I'm such an idiot. Is it...
Phil: Oh, I'll show you. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Denise: Okay. Thanks. So, how are we gonna do this?
Phil: I-I thought I'd just point at the door, so I was thinking, like –
Denise: I was thinking, too. Here... is my hotel-room key. You can come by whenever you want.
Claire: Oh, Denise. Ha! These pictures are amazing. Thank you. Wow. Sweetie, that perm.
Phil: Technically, it's a jheri curl.
Denise: I just love to take pictures. I took this one of myself today.
Claire: You know what .... I'm gonna open a bottle of wine.
Phil: No. No. That's the worst idea. No. No. What am I, raised by a pack of wolves? Hey, come on, now.
Phil: Honey ... you weren't completely wrong about Denise.
Claire: How's that?
Phil: She wants me.
Claire: To do what?
Phil: It. Her.
Claire: Oh. Oh, this is because of the thing I said about Facebook and that everybody’s hooking up and now you're disappointed.
Phil: No. She bit the air right in front of me! Like that. And then look what she tried to give me.
Denise: Anything I can help with?
Claire: No, I just - I can't find my corkscrew.
Denise: Touch me.
Phil: O-kay. Denise, I think, somewhere along the line, you got the wrong idea.
Denise: My head is full of wrong ideas. You have such great taste, Claire.
Claire: Thank you.
enise: I remember Phil used to have really good taste, too.
Phil: Oh, here it is.
Claire: Phil, would you mind grabbing us a couple glasses?
Phil: You betcha!
Denise: Need me to grab anything?
Phil: Okay, this is so wrong.
Denise: I know. It's way more exciting when she's in the room.
Denise: I still have my cheerleader outfit.
Phil: So do I, but this still can't happen.
Phil: When did that break?
Denise: Why are you wussing out?
Phil: I never wussed in!
Denise: What about all those things you wrote on Facebook? [ sultry voice ] "How was your day? My neck is so sore."
Phil: Why do people keep adding voices to these things? I didn't mean anything.
Denise: Are you telling me that I wasted a year of my life on this relationship?
Phil: What relationship?
Denise: How many other women have you led on?
Phil: Now I don't know!