Dick: Believe me when I say I know a lot. Some of it I don't dare teach. It's a terrible dilemma. My students are slow, and I am incredibly smart. Shouldn't you be writing this down? It's really good.
Charlotte Everly: I have a confession to make. I'm not a reporter.
Dick: You're not?
Charlotte Everly: Oh, please forgive me. I'm just one of those people who craves being around personal excellence. I guess you could say I'm the intellectual equivalent of a rock 'n' roll groupie.
Dick: Oh... well, that's okay. I've always thought of myself as the intellectual equivalent of Rod Stewart.
Charlotte Everly: So have I. Ever since I read your essay in the university paper.
Dick: My open letter to former transportation secretary Frederico Pena about the benefits of time travel?
Charlotte Everly: That's the one. And I thought, how did this brilliant mind suddenly appear out of nowhere in the middle of Ohio? That's when I knew I had to come and find you.
Dick: You know something, Charlotte? I'm having a surprise birthday party tomorrow night. Why don't you come? And- And buy me something nice.
Charlotte Everly: Well, what do I get for the man who knows everything?
Dick: Cashmere underpants.