Nate: Tiff, do you mind?
Tiffany: Oh, sorry. Okay, you didn’t. You did not. You did!
Juliet: Wouldn’t want to interrupt your girlfriend’s private conversation. It seemed pretty important.
Nate: She’s not my girlfriend.
Juliet: I was being polite.
Nate: No, she’s not that, either. She’s just a friend of a friend.
Juliet: And what kind of friend is that?
Nate: The kind that leaves me his little black book for the summer.
Juliet: And I doubt your friend would bring his friend to a place like Norma’s.
Nate: Well, it’s the least I can do, to take her to a nice restaurant. I mean, that Perkins hostess slept with Tiger Woods for over a year and all he got her was a chicken wrap.
Juliet: Oh. That’s respectable.
Nate: Thank you.
Juliet: So why isn’t it your companion?
Nate: Well, I tried respectable.
Juliet: You were hurt.
Nate: No.
Juliet: Well, I guess there’s a first time for everything.
Nate: Easy come, easy go.
Juliet: I can’t tell if your approach is enlightened or chauvinistic.
Nate: Take her seat and find out.
Juliet: That’s a good line. You almost pulled it off, but I have an appointment I can’t be late for.
Nate: Well, Nate Archibald… Uh could I at least get your number?
Juliet: What? It’s not in your friend’s little black book?