For about an hour.

Go eat. It's almost dinnertime.

I'll put your name on the list at our restaurant.

And I'm sorry about this.

It's just that I have an A-list movie star who wants to have an "impromptu private meeting" here.

Is this like a Travolta masseuse kind of thing?

I said "A-list."

Lawrence said we were on a list, so why are we still stuck out here?

And don't blame my smelly shirt, because Johnny Depp, who's sitting over there, smells way worse.

Can you take it outside?