Paul: Don't you hate it when people yap away on their cell phones.
Elliot: She is my friend... But she is so rude.
Paul: Hey, don't you work at the hospital, too?
Elliot: Yeah. Um... I actually just got off a double shift, that's... why I look so gross.
Paul: You don't look gross. And you know what? You don't even think you look gross. I'm guessing you're one of those girls who uses the self-deprecating thing as a defense mechanism; even though, without looking, you can tell right now how many guys are checking you out.
Elliot: Okay, five.
Paul: No, no. Actually, it's four - the guy in the mullet, he's checking me out. I let him buy my last two drinks.