Jake: No I didn't. Honest... I ran out of gas. I, I had a flat tire. I didn't have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn't come back from the cleaners. An old friend came in from out of town. Someone stole my car. There was an earthquake. A terrible flood. Locusts. IT WASN'T MY FAULT, I SWEAR TO GOD.

Jake removes his sunglasses to make a wordless appeal, and the Mystery Woman visibly softens.

Mystery Woman: Oh, Jake... Jake, honey...

Jake embraces the Mystery Woman and they kiss.

Jake: Let's go.