Reuben The Salsa King | Along Came Polly | RomComs

So I tell Leland we can't insure him. He responds by inviting me up to Nantucket for some death race sailing challenge. Really? Yeah. Oh, we've got to go do that. I've never been to Nantucket. You want to come? I would, well, can't, is that rude? Sorry to invite myself. No, that would be great. Okay, good, so you're actually going to commit to something in advance. Yeah. Oh. Oh, my God. Okay, yeah, I am. I think that would be really fun. Whoa, whoa, whoa. What? What are you doing? I'm going to have some nuts. No, you don't eat mixed nuts at a bar. Everybody knows that. What are you talking about? Okay, let's say, uh, conservatively, I don't know, 17 people eat these nuts on a given night, okay? If they've been here for even two weeks, we're talking about 238 people who've dipped their dirty hands into that bowl. Dirty, why are their hands dirty? On average, only one out of every six people wash their hands when they go to the bathroom. Yeah, so when you think you're innocently eating a little bar snack, you're actually ingesting potentially deadly bacteria from about 39 soil-handed strangers. I mean, people wonder why they get E. coli poisoning or salmonella or hepatitis when all they've got to do is look at the snack bowl at their local watering hole. I'm not being neurotic. It's an absolute hot zone in there. How could you have eaten those? I-I-I mean, I made such a compelling argument. I like to live life on the edge. Oh. Oh, thank you. You never know. Ruben, I mean, you don't have to do this. I don't care that you-that you don't know how to dance. Yeah, no, I thought I'd give it one last try. Hey, Javi. Hey, Ruben. You ready? Uh-huh. What's happening? What's this? What? Oh, my God.