Bowfinger ties Betsy the dog’s legs together with rubber bands. He then lights the fireplace, which ignites in a large fireball. Bowfinger screams, then answers the door.
“Gets so tiring going out,” says Bowfinger, pretend to open the wine bottle as he opens the door. “I thought we’d eat here.”
Daisy steps into the living room, wearing a low-cut dress. “I know the maître d’ at the Ivy,” she says.
“Well, that’s so trendy,” says Bowfinger. “Do you like Vienna sausages?”
“Yeah,” says Daisy, wrinkling her nose. “Do you smell burning hair?”
Later, Daisy and Bowfinger are laughing while drinking the diluted wine.
“This wine is so good,” says Daisy. “You can drink all you want and not get drunk.”
“Oh, yeah!” says Bowfinger.
Later, Bowfinger and Daisy are discussing TV shows.
“A big local hit in South Dakota,” says Bowfinger. “What are some of your favorite TV shows?”
“Oh, I love The Flintstones,” says Daisy.
“Oh, I love The Flintstones too!” says Bowfinger. “That’s so good. Do you like that? Okay. Do you like walks in the park?”
“In the rain!” says Daisy.
“Oh, God!” says Bowfinger. “You know what, I want you to see The Music Man because…”
“I’ve seen that!” says Daisy. “I love The Music Man!”
“Isn’t Robert Preston good?” asks Bowfinger.
“He’s so good,” says Daisy. “Do you love Smashing Pumpkins?”
“Are you kid… I love to do that!” says Bowfinger, misunderstanding the question. “Have you ever had a shiatsu massage?”