Ray: Whoa, whoa! You met a woman who thinks that you're me?
Robert: Yeah, well, I'm at the bar, right, and she spills her drink on me, and we start talking, and I'm telling you, we really connected. I was actually quite charming. And the bartender passes me a towel, right? And he goes, "Here you go, Mr. Barone." And we're in a sports bar, so she just assumes I'm Ray Barone from New York Newsday!
Ray: And you didn't correct her?
Robert: She seemed so happy to meet you. She's a big fan of yours. Yeah, but listen, you can't- Whoa! A hot woman is a big fan of mine?
Robert: I couldn't believe it, either.
Ray: Did she mention any particular column?
Robert: Well, she did say something about a "Cal Ripken" profile just before we... Bah-bah bah-bah bah-bah!
Ray: No! No! Come on, first night?
Robert: Big fan!
Ray: Ha! I did get a lot of good feedback on that piece.
Robert: You certainly did.