Joanne: I'm sorry I'm late. One of my clients had a fender-bender. I had to go hold his hand.
Robert: Wow, insurance. It's like police work. You know, you're always on call, except they don't shoot at you.
Joanne: Only when they find out how little we pay. [Robert emits a nervous, high-pitched chuckle] Bobby, relax. It's just me.
Robert: I know. It's weird. You know, it's like I know you, but like I don't know you.
Joanne: [holds Robert's hand] I'm so glad you wanted to have dinner tonight. I think we've both been thinking the same thing.
Robert: I think maybe we have.
Joanne: Robert, you know how I am. I see what I want, and I go for it. And what I want is you.
Robert: You know, when we were talking on the phone, I was getting that same vibe.
Joanne: Well, you know, Bobby, I'm no Snow White. I've had my share of dates and insurance conventions. Truth you were my best.
Robert: Well, thank you. Right back at ya.