Give it up to yourselves and your host, working hard for you. Good to be back. Hey, who here likes fortune cookies? Not me. If I wanted my fortune told, why would I want a cookie with that? Because I'm a fat-ass? Why multi-task at a time like this?
Why do restaurants cover the bill with mints or fortune cookies? It's like the sweets are the god cop and the check is the bad cop. "Have a cookie. I'm helplessly wrapped in plastic," and you pick it up and the bill is all like, "Where's the body? Where did you bury the body!"
Finally, don't you hate it when after a dinner date, your date cuts the evening short, calls it a night and hails a cab home without you? Maybe your relentless riffing was a turn-off. - stop with the light, I said I was closing.