[ Water running ] [ Water stops ] [ Amanda sighs ] God.
Get yourself together, Amanda.
[ Exhales sharply ] Jill: What's up?
What's with the 911?
Amanda: I've having a bit of a dilemma.
Jill: What's got your little panties in a bunch?
Amanda: Kelly -- the girl I went on the blind date with.
Jill: Oh, God, please stop it.
Amanda: It's been two weeks since our first date, and I want to ask her out on a second date.
Amanda: But the thing is... [ Sighs ] ...she's beautiful.
I mean, you should see her.
Her legs... her hair... her eyes... her smile.
[ Sighs ] And the best of all -- remember what I said what my perfect girl had to be?
Jill: Oh, yeah, yeah, I remember this.
Amanda: So, what do you do?
Kelly: I'm a stripper.
Amanda: I don't -- I never said that.
Jill: But it would be awesome, you know, for you... because of the stamina and the flexibility.
All right, uh... Ooh, yeah.
No, I remember this.
Amanda: So, what do you do?
Kelly: I'm actually the sous-chef at the Redbury Hotel on Hollywood and Vine.
Jill: Gourmet grilled-cheese sandwiches whenever we want them -- whenever you want them.
Amanda: Homemade tuna tartare on a perfectly crisp sesame cracker.
You have to marry this girl, you know, for both of our sakes.
Amanda: She's perfect.
Jill: So, what's the problem?
[ Amanda sighs ] Before the actual coffee... we shared an awkward meeting.
She held out her hand.
I was going in for the hug, but I took her hand anyway, and her earring got caught in my hair.
Kelly: Ow, ow, ow.
[ Earring jangles ] Amanda: It was a hot mess.
Jill: So, you took her and you shook her?
Amanda: I'm an idiot.
Jill: No, come on, you were just nervous.
Amanda: That's not all.
[ Laughs ] Amanda: Stop laughing.
You know my nose is sensitive to perfumes.
Jill: Oh, just text her, Amanda.
[ Amanda sighs ] I'm such a dork.
She would never go out with me again.
Jill: Ohh, God.
[ Chuckles nervously ] Don't do that.
No, you're fine.
You were just...nervous.
She's gonna understand.
And, hey, it's not as bad as that one girl.
What was her name?
Melinda -- Miranda.
The one with the pussy?
Oh, that was the worst.
[ Chuckles ] Amanda: I told you, her cat committed suicide.
I had nothing to do with that.
Jill: Yeah, you tell that to your insurance company.
Amanda: You know what?
I'm just gonna shoot her a text right now, and it's going to be perfect.
Jill: Yeah, let's see this.
Come on, now.
Amanda: "Hey, what you doin'?
Jill: "What's your sign?"
[ Amanda laughs ] Okay, okay.
"I really want to see you again.
How does Friday night at 8:00 sound?"
Jill: Perfect, sexy, simple.
[ Cellphone chimes ] No freakin' way!
-Amanda: Could it be?
-Jill: You want to call her?
See if it rings in here.
Just call her.
[ Dialing ] [ Ringing ] [ Cellphone ringing, both laugh ] Man.
Jill: This is not my problem.
[ Arguing indistinctly ] You better go.
-Amanda: You go.
Jill: You go over there right now.
Um... what brings you to my workplace restroom?
Kelly: I'm really sorry if this seems a little crazy, but you told me where you worked on our date, and I haven't heard from you in a while.
I just thought I'd stop by and surprise you for lunch, and your assistant said you were in a meeting.
I was gonna wait for you to get done.
And, as fate would have it, I had to pee.
Amanda: That's very sweet.
But, um... did you by any chance hear that horrible conversation?
I especially didn't hear the part about how you ran over a cat or your friend thinks I'm a stripper.
Well, I'm gonna go run in front of a bus now.
Um, maybe I can make you a grilled-cheese sandwich on Friday.
Uh, I mean, yes, of course.
Um, for the record, I like the dorky.
[ Splash ] Amanda: [ Groans ] Aw, great.