Danielle

Yeah, that blueberry crepe burned him pretty badly.

George

(to Danielle) Whose cane is this?

Danielle

It's Neil's.

George

(to himself) A cane. I knew it. (to Neil) So, we meet at last. I admire your skills, Mr Peanut.

George

Well, Danielle, (digs in his pocket) we should get going. I got a key made for you.