Hitch's point of view

Cressida Baylor: [Deleted Scene]

[Cressida runs into Hitch at a cafe]

Cressida Baylor: Adam?

Hitch: Oh *shit!* Alex.

Cressida Baylor: Alex! Right, of course, Jesus. Oh my God, look at you!

[Hitch chuckles uncomfortably]

Cressida Baylor: You don't remember me, do you?

Hitch: Um, Cressida right?

Cressida Baylor: Wow! God, what's it been, like ten... twelve years?

Hitch: Fourteen? Couple months?

Cressida Baylor: This is so - Wow!

[hugs him]

Cressida Baylor: How are you?

Hitch: I'm good. I'm good. I'm... I'm just good.

Cressida Baylor: Wow, you look *amazing!*

Hitch: Thank you. Thank you.

Cressida Baylor: Do you live around here?

Hitch: Yes, actually I live just down - Nope.

[she stares, confused]

Hitch: So what brings you to town?

Cressida Baylor: Oh well, I'm at Sotheby's London and Russell Simmons is one of my biggest clients.

Hitch: Okay, big timer.

Cressida Baylor: I'm actually staying over at the Soho House.

[long awkward silence]

Cressida Baylor: Uh listen. Maybe you can help me. I need a great restaurant. I've got these other buyers I'm meeting for lunch and I tried Nouveau but there was a two week wait!

Hitch: [starts dialing a number on his cell] Kim? Hitch. Can you do a reservation for a party of...

[Cressida shows three fingers]

Hitch: three at about...

[she holds up one finger]

Hitch: one o'clock? Last name Baylor. And take very good care of her. She's an old friend. Buh-bye.

Cressida Baylor: Well I guess you're the man to know!

Hitch: Yeah that's me - *Adam* Hitchens.

Cressida Baylor: You are so silly!

[playfully hits his leg]

Hitch: [looking to end the conversation] Thanks for the paper.

[gets up and walks away]

Cressida Baylor: Oh, yeah, well...

[gets up to follow him]

Cressida Baylor: Alex! Uh, listen. Russell's hosting this black tie thing at the Guggenheim and... I don't have a date.

Hitch: That's very very tempting.

[continues to leave]

Cressida Baylor: [shouts after him] Well, call me! I'm at the Soho House.

Hitch: Yeah, you said that.

[exits]

Ben: [playing pool] You know what your problem is, Hitch? You're all about the short game. You pick your shots based on what you see first, not what's necessarily best for you in the long run.

Hitch: Well, all of us are not married to the woman of our dreams and about to have a baby. Now I'm very happy for you. It's just not for everybody. So please just leave me to my hot, sweaty, totally varied, wildly experimental short game.

Ben: I was just talking about pool, but whatever.

Hitch: Yeah, okay.

Ben: Honestly, I just hope one day you're able to experience the unconditional love, trust and openness that I share with Grace every single day.

Hitch: Is this really bar room talk?

Ben: You need to listen to me, man. I'm serious. Because when you get to a place with a woman like that, it's so beyond anything physical, that when I think back to when I used to run around with you and chase all these really gorgeous but shallow women... I don't know, it's kind of ridiculous and vaguely pathetic.

[two beautiful women walk in behind Hitch and Ben ogles them]

Hitch: Yeah I see what you're saying. That's pathetic. *That's* pathetic.