Narrator: And that's when Michael saw the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Not her. Wait for it.
Michael: Are you from Wee Britain?
Rita: Great Britain, actually.
Michael: I was wondering if you might be willing to go somewhere with me. I would pay you.
Rita: You'll pay me?
Michael: Not- Not for sex. You're going to think that I'm Jack the Ripper, right? Didn't he kill prostitutes or?
Rita: I'm not a prostitute.
Michael: Then I shall let you live. [chuckles] This is my worst hello. Let me try again. My name is Michael.
Rita: Rita.
Michael: I need access to these files that are apparently for British eyes only.
Rita: Well, lucky for you, my whole face is British.