Nikki:
[after having scoped out the club and giving the audience the scoop on all the fine young things he spies that he's already slept with]
But tonight I'm not looking for the tight skin of a 20-year old. I'm in need of assiduation and that changes the game.
[He spies Samantha]
Nikki:
Ah... here we go. The jacket's Dolce, the jeans are by Helmut Lang and the complexion comes from a strict regimen of facials. I'm guessing she drives a Mercedes. By the way, there's only one pick-up line. Everything else is cheese.
[Following her and not longer speak to the audience]
Nikki:
Hi. What's your name?
Samantha:
[Continuing to walk towards the door]
Samantha.
Nikki:
Hi, Samantha. I'm Nikki.
Samantha:
[Flattered, but shaking her head]
I'm leaving.
Nikki:
Really? Why?
Samantha:
It's late.
Nikki:
You're right. We should get going. So wait a second. You had dinner here? What'd you have?
Samantha:
I had a salad.
Nikki:
What kind of salad?
Samantha:
A Greek salad.
Nikki:
You had a Greek salad at a French restaurant? I like that. Oh. Valet, huh? I bet you're a bad driver. You want me to drive? I'll flip you for it. Here. Heads, I drive; tails, you drive. There it is.
Samantha:
It's tails. You flipped it.
Nikki:
Well, you always flip it. Don't be a sore loser.
Samantha:
Look, you're cute and everything, but you're not coming home with me. Thank you.
[She gives her ticket to the valet attendant as they reach the sidewalk outside]
Nikki:
You're gonna have to do better than that. "You're cute and everything"? What's is that?
Samantha:
I was trying not to be rude.
Nikki:
You're far from rude.
Samantha:
Awww.
Nikki:
I'll help you out. Tell me you're married.
Samantha:
I am not married. That would be a lie.
Nikki:
You're not. Tell me that you're madly in love with someone.
Samantha:
That would also be a lie.
Nikki:
Mm-hmm. Then tell me why I can't come home with you?
Nikki:
[She laughs and he then the bends in for a kiss which she accepts. We see the valet bringing her car up. Cut to the two of them in her car. He the speaks to the audience again]
Roll the windows down, turn the music up and make an ass of yourself. It puts them at ease.
