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| - (sitting and "people-watching" other patrons) PETER: So? What else did you come up with? And you can't say 'pirate' again. BOLIVIA DUNHAM: Definitely a banker. (referring to a nearby couple) PETER: A banker? BOLIVIA DUNHAM: Mm-hmm. PETER: Persian Kid Rock? BOLIVIA DUNHAM: Yeah. His long hair is just his link to his individuality. I think they work together. PETER: Well, she's wearing her sexiest little black dress, so somewhere deep inside of her, she was hoping this dinner was about something else. BOLIVIA DUNHAM: Not work. But she was wrong. PETER: Yes, she was. That, however, is truly impressive. (looks at another couple) BOLIVIA DUNHAM: Yeah, he's a little short for her, I'll grant you that. PETER: But not when you stand him on his money. BOLIVIA DUNHAM: Careful. Your con man's showing. PETER: (gut laughs) I think I just understand transactional needs. Each party has something the other party wants. She gets security, he gets her. We all draw our moral lines in the sand. And unless you can put yourself in another man's shoes, I don't think you can really judge their situations. (looks back at the couple) But look at the body language. They haven't slept together yet. BOLIVIA DUNHAM: No? PETER: (heavy personal subtext) You can always tell when a relationship's about to take that next step. I had a really nice time tonight. BOLIVIA DUNHAM: Me too. PETER: But unfortunately, if I don't get home, Walter's going to start wondering where I am. And then he'll probably start calling the emergency rooms. Shall we? BOLIVIA DUNHAM: Yeah. PETER: (to the wait staff as they walk to the receiving area) Thanks. Have a good night. BOLIVIA DUNHAM: Uh, could you give me a moment? PETER: Yeah, of course. I'll be outside. (Bolivia heads to the restroom and takes a long, contemplative stare into the mirror)
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