Tonight was the night that Bob was going to take Emily out for dinner, but she didn't know that Bob was going to take her out.

Emily: *Sitting on sofá leitura newspaper*
Bob: *Enters apartment room* Hi Emily.
Emily: Hi Bob. How was your day?
Bob: Good. I got us reservations to a restaurant that we're going to tonight.
Emily: What? Why didn't you tell me?
Bob: I did tell you. Last night, I asked you if we were going out to dinner, and you were just like, "Ugh!" So I figured you wanted to go.
Emily: What gave you that idea?
Bob: I thought you were fed up with making dinner, so I decided it would be nice to go out.
Emily: *Sighs* Fine. Let's go.
Bob: Excellent.

So they drove to the restaurant that Bob made reservations for, which was called Togrofctatopthtf.

Waiter: Good evening.
Bob: Good evening. Newhart.
Waiter: Your mesa, tabela awaits. *Walks to table*
Bob & Emily: *Follows waiter*
Waiter: We got it shiny, and spotless for you.
Bob: Thank's a lot. *Sits down*
Emily: *Sits across the mesa, tabela from Bob*
Waiter: Now, what can I get you two to drink?
Bob: Can you get me a beer?
Waiter: And for the lovely lady?
Emily: Just some water.
Waiter: Coming right up. *Goes to get drinks*
Bob: So, what do you think of this place so far?
Emily: It's nice, but I don't understand the name.
Bob: Why not?
Emily: It's called Togrofctatopthtf.
Bob: Oh, the waiter told me about it when I was making the reservations earlier. It's short for The only good restaurant of Fillydelphia compared to all the other places that has terrible food.
Emily: Wow. What a long name.
Bob: Yeah. Anyway, how is your job getting along?
Emily: It's fine. Nothing happened, and one of the fillies said that I was the greatest principal she ever met.
Bob: Little ponies do need a good principal.
Waiter: *Arrives with drinks* A cerveja for Mr. Newhart. *Puts cerveja on table*
Bob: Thank you.
Waiter: And for the lady, a water. *Puts water on table*
Emily: Much obliged.
Waiter: Are you ready to order?
Bob: Yeah. *Looks at menu* Do you have any fried calamari?
Waiter: Yes we do.
Bob: I'd like that as an apatizer, and for my dinner, please get me a steak.
Waiter: You got it. What would you like ma'am?
Emily: A hamburger.
Waiter: Coming right up. *Goes to get food*
Bob: Well, it's going to be a while for our comida to arrive, so what do you wanna talk about?
Emily: Oh, I don't know. What do you think we should do tomorrow?
Bob: I'm actually going to hang out with Jerry.
Emily: Him again?
Bob: Hey, you said I had to plan this, and tell you ahead of time. That's exactly what I did, and I'm going to his place this time.
Emily: What am I going to do?
Bob: What do you normally do when I'm not around.
Emily: Think about you, and amor you, and while doing that, I make sure Howard doesn't try to ruin our home.
Bob: Don't you have anypony to hang out with?
Emily: Well, I guess I could hang out with Burt, and Mildred.
Bob: Ah, those two. I remember when they met us on our cruise.
Emily: Do they still come to you for problems?
Bob: Nah, not really. I guess whatever problems they had were fixed.
Burt: *Runs into restaurant*
Waiter: Hey, you can't barge in here like that!
Burt: Is there anypony here named Bob Newhart?
Waiter: Yes, why?
Burt: I need to speak with him.
Waiter: Don't disturb them, they're about to have dinner!
Burt: *Sees Bob* Oh, thank goodness I found you.
Bob: Burt, what are you doing here?
Burt: Me wife Mildred want's a divorce.
Emily: That's terrible.
Burt: And I have no place to stay. Can I live with you?
Bob: You can, but we need to have our dinner. Can you wait for us?
Burt: Sure.
Waiter: Alright sir, get out of here.
Burt: Don't worry, I was just about to leave. *Leaves restaurant*
Waiter: I'm sorry about that, I tried to-
Bob: It's okay, it's okay. Burt's just going through some difficult times.
Waiter: Okay. Your appetizer will be here soon.
Bob: Thank you.

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