- Breda Beach: I hope you don't mind conferring on the run, Mr. Orwell.
- Harry Orwell: No, no, it's just that I have a little trouble thinking and sweating at the same time. Can we slow down?
- Lt. K.C. Trench: You wouldn't be bent on questioning the workshop cast, would you?
- Harry Orwell: Oh, no, no, no, I'm just here to get tickets for the next performance.
- Lt. K.C. Trench: Of what?
- Harry Orwell: Merchant of Venice.
- Lt. K.C. Trench: Why this sudden surge of interest in the classics, Orwell?
- Harry Orwell: It's not for me; it's for a friend.
- Lt. K.C. Trench: Who?
- Harry Orwell: Huh? I can't tell you that.
- Lt. K.C. Trench: Yes, you can. If you wish to avoid a surfeit of legwork.
- Harry Orwell: A surfeit of legwork, well...
- Lt. K.C. Trench: Contemplating the reservoir of information welling up behind these eyes, rushing to be released...
- Sgt. Roberts: Oh, come on, who's your client?
- Harry Orwell: You want a beer? I'm practicing.
- Lt. K.C. Trench: I'm on duty.
- Harry Orwell: Have some chili. I just made it. It's delicious.
- Harry Orwell: [Harry and Breda are having lunch at an outdoor cafe] Let's dwell on you.
- Breda Beach: No, let's dwell on you. You know you're a very interesting person.
- Harry Orwell: Thank you very much.
- Breda Beach: You're not my type though.
- Harry Orwell: Well I said the same thing. You're a very attractive woman. Not my type at all.
- Breda Beach: Well, that's good. We have no shattered illusions on either side.
- Harry Orwell: I knew you were an aggressive, career-woman type and that type turns me off.
- Breda Beach: Well, I knew you were a complacent, unsociable chauvinist.
- Harry Orwell: And I don't like salad.
- Breda Beach: Well, except for seafood, I'm a vegetarian.
- [pause]
- Breda Beach: I like crowds.
- Harry Orwell: I like solitude. I like the beach, the ocean.
- Breda Beach: You're so traditional. No imagination.
- Harry Orwell: I depend on experience, reality. You, on the other hand, would not know a fact if it were in your salad.
- Breda Beach: We'll never make it, Harry.
- [Breda starts to pour wine into Harry's glass from a bottle]
- Breda Beach: Just say when.
- Breda Beach: It's so nice here. You... and your boat.
- Harry Orwell: Yes, I know, but in a couple of days you'll want to give up the surf and go back to the crowd, isn't that it?
- Breda Beach: Umm... after a few days.