Gene: Come on, spit it out, Bolls.
Alex: Let’s have dinner together. Tonight.
Alex: 'Cos I get the feeling that we won't have very many more opportunities, that's why.
Gene: What, a date?
Alex: Yeah, I s’pose so.
Gene: All right, you’re on. Mind you, I have to warn you, Bolly. First date, upstairs outside only.
"Is she really having your baby"
"I don’t know, my memory of that night in question are somewhat hazy"