was come
and say "hi" or "thanks" or something.
I mean, you just left me sitting there.
But no, you sent me to a restaurant
with shitty bread sticks.
Sorry. I still want to take
you to dinner.
Next time I'm in London,
I'll look you up.
-Careful, you'll break your glasses.
-Thank you.
-Where are you?
-Two rows back, on the left.
Oh.
JACK:
Aren't you gonna turn around?
No.
JACK:
Why not?
Well, because it....
Hi, Jack.
-I don't know how to thank you.
-Don't worry. I have a list.
-What did you say about the queen?
-Forget I said it.
-She'll be pleased to hear that.
-I bet.
-How about that dinner?
-I'm not dressed for dinner.
You look great.
Not as great as I looked the last time
I got dressed to meet you.
I looked fantastic!
Then all these crazy people--
-Miss Doolittle? Never mind.
CYNTHIA: Terry?
Is that him?
This is Jack.
CYNTHIA:
Hi, Jack!
Ah!
Wh--?
Go Terry! Yahoo!
Terry!
FRED:
Way to go, Terry!
LARRY: You're looking lovely.
You're looking spiffy.
You're looking good, mama!