Stephen Meyers: I just don’t want you to think I’m a player.
Molly Stearns: You are kind of a player.
Stephen: I was being polite.
Molly: You were trying to pick me up.
Stephen: No I wasn’t.
Molly: You were pretty obvious about it.
Stephen: You were pretty forward, asking me to the bar.
Molly: Well I’ve been trying to fuck you for a while. That’s kinda slutty of me, huh?
Stephen: Not at all. I respect it in some strange way.
Molly: Good.
Stephen: You have absolutely no idea how to tie a tie, do you?
Molly: No, no, not a clue.
