George: Can I say one word to you? Lobster. The lobster here is unbelievable. (looks at the menu) Ooh, a little expensive.
Sasha: Twenty five dollars.
George: Yes, well, you know, I’m not thinking about the price. You know you’re the only woman I’ve never thought about the price. Get the lobster. I beg you to get the lobster. Go for the lobster.
Sasha: George, George, uh, I think we have to talk. I think we have a problem.
George: We do?
Sasha: We can’t keep seeing each other.
George: Why?
Sasha: (crying) Because it’s over. *sob, sob, sob* It’s my parents, the differences in our religion. Oh George, can you ever forgive me?
*sob*
Waiter: Uh, have you decided yet?
Sasha: (crying) Yes. I’ll have the lobster.
George: Um, you know I’m starting to think that maybe lobster isn’t the way to go.
Was Sasha the Latvian orthodox chick?