because hysterical laughter in suburban places like Panera is always entertaining.

M: Then I looked at the 110-pound drunken body sprawled underneath me on my bed, and said, "No, no, can't do this."

L: I wouldn't have minded.

M: It's like shooting fish in a barrel.

L: [doubled over laughing]Little naked girl fish! Swimming like mermaids in a barrel!

M: [Aims imaginary shotgun]

L: And you're Elmer Fudd. [re-dissolves into giggles]