Liz: Thank you.
David: I owe you an apology. For the walkouts.
Liz: Well, I'm not everyone's cup of tea.
David: I doubt that. I, on the other hand, was shit. Although I was trying very hard.
Liz: "Shit" is a strong word.
David: Thank you.
Liz: You seem shorter in person than on the stage.
David: Really? I hear that a lot.
David: It's okay.
Liz: It's unnerving when...a total stranger sees you more clearly than you see yourself. That's what I mean by saying you're short. Are you hearing dolphins clapping right now?
David: I took a few liberties with your material. I give you full permission to make fun of me. I know you're dying to.
Liz: You're far too charming to make fun of.
David: I'm still hearing them.
Liz: Is that your guru?
David: You're joking, but, yes, it is.
Liz: She's beautiful.
David: Yeah. A friend told me about her. I was out of work and feeling pretty desperate for something. Not the last time I was out of work, the time before that. And l just had this feeling like I was looking in all the wrong places.
Liz: Looking for what?
David: God. She has an ashram in India. I'm dying to go, but...you know, you have to get, like, three stages of hepatitis shots...and my insurance always runs out. I'll go when the time's right. There's a gathering of her students every morning. If you want, I could take you sometime. If you're not unnerved by 100 crunchy people chanting in Sanskrit.
Liz: I need to be unnerved.
David. A yogi from Yonkers. I didn't exactly fall in love with the guy. What happened was I dove out of my marriage...and into David's arms...exactly the same way a cartoon circus performer...dives off a high platform and into a small cup of water...vanishing completely.