Rebecca: I love you, Mr. Drake. There. I said it. I love you. I love you more than anyone I've ever loved in my whole life. I love you more than any woman's ever loved a man. Mr. Drake? Hello? [hits her head on the partition] Ow! Oh, God. [partition lowers]
Evan Drake: Rebecca? What are you doing up there? Where's Martin?
Rebecca: Uh, Martin got sick looking for your topcoat, sir, so I'll be driving you to the airport.
Evan Drake: I appreciate that, if it's not too much trouble.
Rebecca: Uh... Anyway, now that I've got you alone here, Mr. Drake, the real reason I'm filling in for Martin is so that I could tell you what I wanted to tell you all night. What I've been trying to tell you since the first time I met you. [horn honking] Get off my tail, scuzzball! Mr. Drake, with all my heart...
Evan Drake: Could you turn right at the next corner here, Rebecca? We have to pick up Christy.
Rebecca: Oh, yes, sir. Mr. Drake, with all my heart... Christy?
Evan Drake: Yes. She's the young lady who is accompanying me to Japan.
Rebecca: "Accompanying" in the modern sense of the word?
Evan Drake: Yeah, you might say so. She's a very special woman. Very up front. Aggressive, even. [chuckles] You know, the first time we met a few months ago, she was the one who actually asked me out. God, that's refreshing.
Rebecca: Mm-hmm. Ah.
Evan Drake: Anyway you wanted to ask me something?
Rebecca: Oh, yes, sir. I just wanted to tell you that... that this is really a lot of car to handle. I can't believe I have the strength to keep from swerving into the oncoming traffic and killing us both.