Obsessed with Shakespeare in Lines

[Matthew meets Lisa for the first time and attempts to try a shoe fitting for her]

Matthew: [Matthew clears his throat] Could I help you with anything?

Lisa: Yes. Those shoes in the window. The black ones with the red sole. I'd like to try them on, please.

Matthew: The blacks and reds. Okay. Well, I'll just go in the back and get them for you. That's where we keep them, in the back, so... I'll be right back.

Luke: Uh, Matty. Maybe you'd like to ask the lady what size shoe she wears.

Matthew: Right.

Lisa: 8 1/2.

Matthew: Like Fellini.

Lisa: Right.

Matthew: I mean his movie, not his shoe size. I don't know his shoe size, obviously.

[Matthew blushes as she stares at him]

Matthew: 8 1/2.

Matthew: [Matthew rushes into the back of the shoe store] Shit.

Luke: What was that?

Matthew: Fellini! What the hell was I thinking.

Luke: I have no idea. But you were right about one thing. God, she is beautiful. And you, my man, are an idiot. All right, look. Here's the thing, all right? You've obviously blown it, she obviously hates you. So you stay right here and let the man take a shot.

Matthew: Shut up. Give me the shoes.

Luke: All right. Go. Just remember... you're not funny.

Matthew: [Matthew gathers himself in deep breaths and walks back to Lisa] Here we go. Black and red.

[Matthew nervously slides one shoe onto Lisa's foot as she smiles down at him, then she looks at herself in the mirror]

Matthew: What do you think?

Lisa: They're too big.

[Lisa confronts Matthew about spying on her in the shoe store]

Lisa: Do you normally spy on people?

Matthew: What?

Lisa: Are you really gonna tell me that you're a huge fan of modern dance?

Matthew: Look, I've never done anything like that before. Honestly, could you let me take you out for a cup of coffee and explain.

Lisa: [chuckles] I don't think so.

Matthew: I'll stay on my side of the table. I promise.

Lisa: Just call me when the shoes come in, okay?

Matthew: Listen, I'm not what you think I am, okay?

[Lisa smiles at Matthew on her way out the front door]

Matthew: Shit.

Lisa: [Matthew notices that she wrote a message on the shoebox instead of leaving her phone number for the shoes] Tomorrow night. 6:00. Cafe Tangiers on Kinzie. Now you won't have to follow me.