"I just don't get what your problem is, Harry. You never say no to a nice dinner, so what's different about this weekend?"
"You're being obtuse, Dempsey. You know exactly what's different about this weekend. This weekend it's Valentine's Day and every table will be occupied by couples making eyes at each other and getting…smoochy."
"Smoochy?"
"Yes, smoochy. In a place where people are just trying to have a nice evening and eat a nice dinner. Not to mention some poor, misguided fool will inevitably decide it's the best night of the year to ask his unsuspecting girlfriend to marry him and she will feel the need to say yes, regardless of whether she actually wants to, because he has done the worst possible thing."
"Proposing to her?"
"In public. Proposing to her, in public. Actually, the types of men who ask that question in the middle of a restaurant on Valentine's Day probably do it for precisely that reason, because they're afraid she might say no if they were to ask privately. It's a terrible tactic, Dempsey."
"Damn, I really need to cancel that table. And the dude I paid to serenade you right before I ask the big question. And the parade of puppies I trained to carry the ring, and-"
"You should absolutely cancel all of that."
"So you don't want to go out to dinner this weekend?"
"Lunch. You can take me to lunch."
"Alright, lunch. Cool."
"So…Dempsey, where are you going? Dempsey?"
"I, uh, I swear I wasn't going to do this in the restaurant like one of those guys. I was going to do it before we went out for dinner, and now I'm thinking I could have just done it before we go out for lunch, but I've started now, and-"
"Dempsey…whoa, that's an..I mean, is that an-"
"It's an engagement ring if you say yes, princess. If not, we can just call it a real nice gift for Valentine's Day. You know, whatever you want."
"Whatever I want? 'Here's a ring, marry me or don't, whatever.' That's your proposal?"
"No, that's not what I said. Okay, shit, I'm going to do this properly."
"Dempsey, get up. No, seriously, you really don't have to get down on one knee, especially as it's February, we're outside in the rain, and you actually have a really nice suit on."
"Would you shut up? Please, angel, just for one minute."
"Fine, I will. But only because you asked so sweetly. Go on."
"Right, here goes…I love you, Harry, you know that already. I love you enough that I'm willing to drive on the wrong side of the road for the rest of my life, enough to accept that I'm going to spend the rest of my days in a place where it rains so much that it sometimes feels like I moved to Atlantis. So, yeah, I love you, I really love you. Will you marry me?"
"How long have you had this ring hidden away? I can't believe I didn't see this coming, I just-"
"Jeez, Harry. Is that a yes?"
"Yes, it's a yes. Of course it's a yes!"
"Thank God for that. Can I get up now?"
"Oh, is it not too comfortable down there in the rain? Yes, you idiot, get up. I want you to kiss me and you can't exactly do that from down there."
"So, we can keep the table for dinner on Valentine's Day, right? Now that you don't have to spend the whole time worrying about me pulling the restaurant proposal trick."
"I wasn't worried. I know you better than that."
"Yeah, you do."
"God, it's beautiful, Dempsey, it's really beautiful."
"I was pretty sure you'd like it when it got the seal of approval from your father, and then from Angela, and then when-"
"Bloody hell, was there anyone who didn't know you were planning this? Other than me, obviously."
"Well, I didn't tell the boss. I figured I'd let you handle that one."
"I think this ring will handle that without any help from me. I'll just take him a cup of tea and blind him with the diamonds when I put the mug down on his desk."
"It's one way to announce it, I guess."
"I love you, James Dempsey."
"I know. Come on, almost wife, let's go home."