Back at the outdoor café, Sarah says she thinks she would be a great waitress. Then she yells, "Get me an adam and eve on a raft, and wreck 'em!" The theme from Alice starts to play and Cyn yells at Flora, "Kiss my grits, honey!" Yes, that was just me having fun. Sorry. Flora continues her lame-o sob story about how "desperate" and "depressed" she is about having "no money," and that she may "die." One may wish.
Back in the (gay!) restaurant, Dan whirls around. Oh, were they waiting for him? Oh, hoo hoo hoo! A mix-up that would have been resolved if he had simply approached the table and addressed the people to whom he was supposed to speak! Dan moves all the stuff off one chair, ignoring the other, empty chair, and focuses all his attention on one guy, ignoring the other. Strike three, dude. The guy under Dan's baby-blue gaze says uneasily, "What can I do for you?"
Over in the peanut gallery, Mike asks Joe if the Village People play here. No, they play state fairs now, you idjit. Joe leafs through the newspaper Mike threw down like a hot poker just minutes before and comments, "Can you believe it? All these people are gay. And they're all normal-looking. What is normal?" I think the statistic is one in ten is gay, dude. Learn it. Know it. Live it.