Plot
Phil and Claire Foster are a couple who have been married for several years. Their days consists of them taking care of their children and going to work and coming home and going to bed. But they find time to have a date night wherein they go out and spend some time together. When another couple they know announce that they're separating because they're in a rut, Phil feels that he and Claire could be too. So when date night comes Phil decides to do something different. So they go into the city and try to get into a new popular restaurant. But when it's full and still wanting to do this, Phil decides to take the reservation of a couple who doesn't show up. While they're having dinner two men approach them and instructs them to stand up and go with them. They think the men are with the restaurant and want to talk to them about taking someone else's reservation. But it appears the couple whose reservation they took crossed someone and the two men work for this person. The men are after something, but whatever it is they don't have it.
Keywords: 2010s, alarm, alley, antique-gun, apartment, argument, arrest, babysitter, bar, bare-chested-male
One ordinary couple. One little white lie.
On April 9th One Night Can Change Your Life.
Hit The Town. 4.9.2010.
Some dates start with a kiss.
Phil Foster: He turned the gun sideways! That's a kill shot!
Phil Foster: ...And will you, for the love of God, put on a fucking shirt?
Phil Foster: I'd do it again you know? Us, you, me the kids, all of it. I'd do it again. I'd choose you every time.
Claire Foster: If we are going to pay this much for crab it better sing and dance and introduce us to the Little Mermaid!
Phil Foster: You put *your* junk in reverse!
[end credits outtake]::Claire Foster: Now you get up there and work that pole like a Russian immigrant.
[Phil tries to fire Holbrooke's gun, but it explodes in his hand]::Phil Foster: This gun *sucks*!
Brad Sullivan: I thought everything was fine, really. But you know what? We are stuck in these roles together and we can't break out of them, you know? It's like that Asian dude in "Sixteen Candles", Long Dik Dog.::Phil Foster: Long Duk Dong.::Brad Sullivan: Long Duk Dong. That dude!
Phil Foster: Oh my God! The bald and crazy gay couple date. Shit my pants, we forgot our gay couple dinner.
Claire Foster: What are we going to do? We can't go home, we can't go to the police...::Phil Foster: Okay, okay, okay. Miletto, he wants the Tripplehorns, why? Because they have the flash drive. All right, what if they gave him the flash drive back?::Claire Foster: Why would they do that?::Phil Foster: Because we're going to find them and we're going to *make* them do it. Once Miletto has the flash drive, this thing ends.::Claire Foster: Okay, I like that. I am completely with you. I just have to ask you one question, and do not judge me. What is a flash drive?::Phil Foster: Seriously?::Claire Foster: Phil, I can't...::Phil Foster: Okay, it's a little storage disk that you stick in the side of a laptop.::Claire Foster: Oh, it's a computer sticky thing? That's... in my office, we call it a computer sticky thing.
Phil Foster (March 29, 1913 – July 8, 1985) was an American actor and performer. He is best known for playing Frank De Fazio on the television sitcom Laverne & Shirley.
He was born in Brooklyn, New York as Fivel Feldman. He took his stage name's surname from Foster Avenue in Brooklyn. He had his first taste of performing when he was a child, when he and his pals began singing and dancing in front of movie theatres. Then he began appearing in amateur shows, competing for prizes. With him on occasion was another beginner named Jackie Gleason.
At the height of the Great Depression, he started in the dramatic field, playing in halls, back rooms and wherever possible during a period when theatres weren't available. "We did all sorts of plays, including all of Clifford Odets' early works — for $28 to $35 a week, living three in a room eating — if there was any food around" he recalls.
Foster made his debut as a night club comic in Chicago in the late 1930s when he was pushed out on the floor suddenly to fill in for a stand-up comic. "I just got up and talked," he says. "I didn't know you were supposed to have an act. But I was offered the job at $125 a week."