Come Away With Me

Mr. Frank: I'm glad we finally ditched your blog intern after the concert. I wanted this evening to be all about us, Doll.

Lilly Faye: Dizzie's a good boy. He's just young, and a bit overly enthusiastic. I was touched when he asked Trombone Shorty to play our song.

Mr. Frank: Shorty blows a mean horn, and he knocked it out of the park playing At Last.

Lilly Faye: You've really gone all out tonight, Frank. Fresh Crab, French wine, and French chocolates!

Mr. Frank: That's not all, Doll. This little blue velvet box is for you. Open it.

Lilly Faye: Squeal!

Lilly Faye: Oh, Frank, it's a pearl and diamond bracelet! I love it!

Mr. Frank: It's an engagement bracelet, Doll. Try it on.

Lilly Faye: It fits my wrist perfectly!

Mr. Frank: You're wearing my pearls, and I'm wearing your heart on my collar.

Mr. Frank: We're not getting any younger, Doll. Let's not waste any more time. Let's get married.

Lilly Faye: But Frank, you already asked me to marry you, and I said yes.

Mr. Frank: I mean let's get married right now, Doll. Let's elope.

Lilly Faye: Elope? But we have responsibilities.

Mr. Frank: If you could do anything in the world, what would it be?

Lilly Faye: Besides marrying you? Sometimes I dream of modeling again.

Mr. Frank: I've always dreamed of studying at Le Cordon Bleu. We can have it all, Doll. Let's just do it. Let's elope to Paris.

Mind If I Tag Along?

Mr. Frank: Ugh! My tie is too tight, and I'm sweating bullets.

Ceecee: It's your nerves. Are you sure this is what you want, Frank?

Mr. Frank: I'm sure. Tonight's the perfect night for it. Trombone Shorty's music will put Doll Face in the right mood, and I have an intimate little dinner planned for the two of us after the concert. That's when I'll make my move.

Meanwhile, next door...

Lilly Faye: I can't make up my mind what to wear tonight. I've tried on every dress in my closet, and nothing seems right. This isn't like me, I'm usually so self-confident.

Lilly Faye: Frank has been hinting about having a big surprise planned for me. We're already engaged, so what could it be? I just hope everything goes smoothly tonight. I'm nervous enough as it is.

Ding-dong...

Lilly Faye: Hello, may I help you?

Dizzie: It's me, Boss!

Lilly Faye: Dizzie? Why are you dressed like that?

Dizzie: I'm going to the Trombone Shorty concert with you and Frank! They had three adjoining seats available, so I bought the extra ticket for myself. I knew you wouldn't mind, Boss. As you always say, the more, the merrier!

Lilly Faye: Grrrrr....

Bringing Back the Magic

Lilly Faye: I thought once Frank and I got engaged, we'd be seeing more of each other. Instead, he's too busy with his walk-up restaurant to take me out at all!

Alfie Cat: Are you sure you're really engaged, or is this like one of those fake reality dating shows where two people only pretend to get engaged to advance their television careers, then they break up a few weeks later when no one's looking?

Cali: Girlfriend, you need to remind Frank that you're in demand, and he'd better snap you up before someone else does. That should do the trick. Males are very competitive.

Dizzie: I have an idea, Boss. I read in the paper that Trombone Shorty is coming back to town. Didn't Frank take you to see him on your first real date last September?

Lilly Faye: That's right, Diz. You're brilliant!

Later that afternoon...

Lilly Faye: Frank, I just realized it's been exactly one year this month since you moved in next door, and the anniversary of  our first date is just a few weeks away.

I'll always remember that night. You brought me flowers, and bought me dinner, and took me to that jazz club to hear Trombone Shorty.

Mr. Frank: I remember that night like it was yesterday, Doll. Things didn't go the way I'd planned, but you were such a good sport about it, I knew you were the girl for me.

Lilly Faye: That's so romantic, Frank. 

Guess what? Trombone Shorty is coming back to town! I asked Dizzie to order a couple of tickets for us. I want to recreate the magic of our first date.

Mr. Frank: I gotta polish my tuba, in case Shorty asks me to sit in!

Lilly Faye: Please leave your tuba home this time, Frank. I don't want anything interfering with our special date. It's going to be a night to remember!

Mr. Frank: I know it is, Doll. Smooch!

French Twist

Dizzie: Boss, there's a Citroen convertible parked in front of Frank's house.

Lilly Faye: A what?

Dizzie: It's a French automobile. Don't you watch Top Gear, Boss?

Lilly Faye: Oh, no! Those French Bulldog sisters must be back. You remember, Diz, they made a play for Frank back in March.

Meanwhile, next door...

Mattie: Frank, as soon as we heard about your new Snack Shack on Woofer, my sister and I knew we had to pay you another visit.

Zoe: It was worth the trip! What a delicacy. We haven't had escargots prepared this well since we were in the South of France.

Mattie: Where do you source your escargots, Frank?

Mr. Frank: In the back garden, underneath the geraniums.

Zoe: You're not only hot, Frank, you're resourceful. I like that.

Ceecee: Did you girls also hear that Frank is engaged to be married?

Mattie: But there's still time to sow a few wild oats, right, Frank?

Mr. Frank: Gulp!