Dana Whitaker: I really just came up here to get some drinks for my friends.
The Stranger: I have no reason not to believe you.
Dana Whitaker: I'm just saying I'm not in a mood to be bought a drink by a guy in a suit.
The Stranger: I'm not wearing a suit. For that matter I wasn't offering you a drink.
Dana Whitaker: Yeah? You left your Wall Street office at 8:30, went to your two-bedroom on the East Side and changed into your "I don't always wear a suit" clothes.
The Stranger: I don't live on the East Side
Dana Whitaker: If you live on the West Side, then you're stuck back in college.
The Stranger: I live in Paris.
Dana Whitaker: [Laughs] France?
The Stranger: Yeah. Sometimes Seattle. Sometimes Chicago. Sometimes Tokyo. Sometimes St. Bart's.
Dana Whitaker: Tell me... Seriously, are there women who believe you when you say that?
The Stranger: Not many. So, Dana, I couldn't help overhearing you and your friends a while ago.
Dana Whitaker: We're sitting on the other side of the restaurant.
The Stranger: Yeah. I wouldn't worry about a Time Warner takeover.
Dana Whitaker: [Long pause] You wouldn't, huh?
The Stranger: They'll kick out when the stock hits 27.
Dana Whitaker: How did you know my name?
The Stranger: The bartender said it.
Dana Whitaker: No he didn't.
The Stranger: Sure he did. How else would I know it?
