Jimmy: I know you from some place.
Francine: No.
Jimmy: You don’t remember me?
Francine: No.
Jimmy: You don’t remember we met a few years ago? It was at a party or a dance. We had a long conversation. You can’t remember that?
Francine: No.
Jimmy: I just want to explain to you, first of all, my parents are over there, my mother and father, my brother and sister. So I got to see them because I just was two years in the service, you know, so they haven’t see me. Now, I want to get your phone number so I can tell you tomorrow about what I was thinking about. There’s something very, very important I’ve got to talk to you about.
Francine: No.
Jimmy: No what? No what?
Francine: No.
Jimmy: No?
Francine: No.
Jimmy: No, no, no. You don’t understand. Give me your number. You got a pencil or something?
Francine: No.
Jimmy: All right. I have a photographic memory. Just give me your number, and I’ll remember it.
Francine: No.
Jimmy: Yes.
Francine: No.
Jimmy: Yes.
Francine: No.
Jimmy: Can I meet you at Central Park? I’m serious.
Francine: I know. No.
Jimmy: I mean, come on. There’s no way…
Francine: No!