Mrs. Doubtfire1993

Maitre'd:
Good evening, Mr. Lundy.

Lundy:
I'm meeting someone. Has he arrived yet?

Maitre'd:
No, I'm sorry, he hasn't arrived yet. But we can seat you. Smoking or non-smoking?

Lundy:
Non-smoking, please.

Maitre'd:
Non-smoking. Tanya will seat you. Table 15.

Tanya:
This way, please.

Stu:
Reservation, Dunmeyer.

Maitre'd:
Yes, sir... Smoking or non-smoking?

Stu:
Non-smoking.

Mrs. Doubtfire:
SMOKING!

[Stu, Miranda, and the children look at Mrs. Doubtfire incredulous in wanting a table in the smoking section.]

Miranda:
Mrs. Doubtfire, you don't smoke.

Mrs. Doubtfire:
No, I don't, but I did. Oh, dear, I found the best way to keep from smoking again and lighting up is to be around those who do smoke. I have to randomly ingest just a little bit of nicotine and it steels my wool. [to Stu] Oh, and I know you're Mr Health. Bless you for putting yourself in harm's way.

Stu:
Smoking.

Maitre'd:
All right, table 39. [to Tanya] Table 39.

Mrs. Doubtfire:
39! My age! You're a saint. Thank you very much for humouring an old lady.

Maitre'd:
Thank you.