Don't let him spoil the party, come on

Rachel:

So, did anybody see that Robert Waters is here? Tim:
Who's that? Les Price:
Come on, Tim. Robert Waters. [Rachel scoffs] Les Price:
Star of The Flight Patrol. It's a television show. [Rachel chuckles] Les Price:
On television. Tim:
I don't know. I guess I just must not watch enough TV. Les Price:
[scoffs]
Yeah, right. Rachel:
Wait. You don't know who Robert Waters is? Tim:
No, I... I don't. You do, I guess? Rachel:
Well, I met him at Reagan's inauguration. God, I thought everybody knew who Robert Waters is. Tim:
I... I don't. Why do you guys care? Rachel:
Well, it's a little weird. Tim:
Why? Les Price:
He's here with three guys. The very macho star of Flight Patrol is here with three dudes. Tim:
So? Les Price:
So one of them tried to pick up Tim today. Tim:
Me? When? Rachel:
At the beach. Today at the bar. Tim:
That guy? Les Price:
Yeah. That guy. Tim:
Look, he... he was nice. He was a nice guy. Les Price:
[sarcastic]
Yeah, I'm sure he was really nice. Rachel:
Real nice. [mocking laugh at Tim, who, to hide his discomfort, lights up a cigarette] Rachel:
You smoke? Les Price:
I told you, Tim. Tim:
What? Rachel:
It's bad for you. Les Price:
He knows. I told him last night. Tim:
[taking a delight in smoking, blowing clouds of smoke]
Am I blowing this in your face? I mean, really, is this... is this actually bothering you? I mean, we're... we're outside. Rachel:
Look, you just shouldn't smoke, Tim. Tim:
Okay, I'm gonna finish this cigarette somewhere else, since you two don't like it. [Rachel scoffs] Tim:
The odds looking pretty good tonight, huh, Dad? [goes off, leaving the pretty girl to Dad] Rachel:
[sighs]
Tim, stop. Les Price:
Let him go. Rachel:
[clears throat]
Well, thank you for dinner, Les. [prepares to leave] Les Price:
Hey, hey, we're not done here. Rachel:
No, look, just tell Tim that I'm sorry. Les Price:
Let's have another drink, come on. Rachel:
You know, I'll see you guys tomorrow. Les Price:
Don't let him spoil the party, come on