...my girlfriend. Do you understand?

Jonathan:
[man takes black cashmire gloves]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, sir, there are ours. Customer at Bloomingdale's:
Oh, your gloves? Well how come, I mean, they're just sorta hanging there. Sleeping with their little price tag on Jonathan:
We were just discussing them. This is uhh... Customer at Bloomingdale's:
Well I have news for you, you can go on discussing them long after I've paid for them. Jonathan:
Listen, just calm down, all right. Just calm down. Customer at Bloomingdale's:
[to Sara]
It's 5 days before Christmas and I'm in the middle of a New York department store and he's asking me to calm down? Jonathan:
Listen these were meant to be a very special gift for someone. Sara:
Yeah, we've put quite a lot of thought into those. Customer at Bloomingdale's:
Aww, is that right? Well, who were they for? Jonathan:
[says simultaneously with Sara]
My girlfriend. Her boyfriend. Sara:
[says simultaneously with Jon]
My boyfriend. His girlfriend. Customer at Bloomingdale's:
One pair of gloves for two people? Jonathan:
This is hard to explain. Customer at Bloomingdale's:
Try. Jonathan:
[to Sara]
All right, go ahead. Sara:
Oh, uh, well he is at the present time My boyfriend... Jonathan:
...but in 18 months... Sara:
...after the operation Jonathan:
...he will be... Sara:
...she will be... Jonathan:
...My girlfriend. Do you understand?