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: Hello? Stella
: It's me. One Two
: Who? Stella
: ME. One Two
: Ahh. Well, what do you want? Stella
: You. One Two
: Well, you had better come in then.
: Nice shoes, by the way. Stella
: Thank you. You will be able to afford a pair of your own in a couple of days.
: I've got one just like that at home, but with a little boy fishing. Stella
: Is that what they call humor where you're from? One Two
: Is that what they call art where you're from?
: So you don't wanna know what happened? Stella
: I know what happened. Hollandaise? One Two
: I see you ordered already. Stella
: You were late. Shouldn't you have taken precautions? One Two
: Precautions? Stella
: Well, that's your job, isn't it? I didn't realize. One Two
: Realize? Realize that they had guns? Big, long, dangerous machine guns? With war criminals attached to the trigger?
[cue big getaway sequence by the Wild Bunch
] One Two
: You know what, darling? I'm just gonna leave this laundry bag here, under the table for you, okey? Goodbye, sweetheart. You're way too dangerous for me.
: Drink? One Two
: Dance? Stella
: You're a dancer? One Two
: Am I a dancer? Shall we set the record straight? See, my dad was a dancer, and his dad before him. So, finally, it percolates through the old DNA. You're not joining me? Stella
: Sure. I like to dance.