Waiting... (I) (2005)
Kaitlin Doubleday: Amy
Serena : [to Monty] The only real pleasure I ever got from having sex with you came from making fun of it later with my friends. Tell him, Amy.
Amy : It's true, we laughed a lot at your expense.
Serena : So you know how when your walking past a group of people, you hear them laughing, you sometimes get that paranoid self-conscious feeling? Maybe they're laughing about you when they're really not? Well, in your case, they really are.
[blows kiss and walks away; long pause]
Monty : God, I love her.
Natasha : Dean.
Dean : What?
Natasha : The old lady at Table 37 wants you to sing the birthday song for her grandson. His name is Timmy, and he's eight years old.
Dean : [tosses a cake with Happy Birthday onto the counter from the box] I need birthday singers!
Monty : Come on, people! We need birthday singers!
Naomi : Fuck.
Dean : [the gang walk toward Table 37, clapping and cheering. Dean holds out the cake and brings it to the table, spotting Timmy] There he is. There's the big winner.
[sets the cake onto the table where Timmy is]
Monty : [excitedly] Yeah!
Dean : All right. Attention, guests! Today's a very special occasion. It's Timmy's eighth birthday! Big round of applause.
[the guests cheer and applaud]
Dean : He's earned it. He's got his whole life ahead of him. The sky's the limit.
Dean : [singing] I don't know but I've been told.
Dean : [singing, Timmy looks frightened] Good news is dessert is free.
Dean : [singing] Happy birthday...
[Timmy starts crying in embarrassment, the waiters applaud and cheer. One of them holds up Timmy's arm and waves it in the air]
Natasha : Look at the camera!
[holding a camera]
Dean : Picture time.
[the camera snaps and we're revealed the photograph of all the waiters and Timmy posed for the picture, Timmy still cries in the background as this happens]
Dean : All right. All right. Cry it off.