Nora Bing: It's the Italian hand-Iicker, isn't it?
Ross: No. It's the hand he's Iicking.
Nora Bing: She's supposed to be with you?
Ross: You're good.
Nora Bing: Oh, Ross, listen to me. I have sold 1 00 million copies of my books, and you know why?
Ross: The girl on the cover with her nipples showing?
Nora Bing: No, because I know how to write men that women fall in Iove with. Believe me, I cannot sell a Paolo. People will not turn 325 pages for a Paolo. Come on, the guy's a secondary character. He's just a, you know, complication you eventually kill off.
Ross: When?
Nora Bing: He's not a hero. You know who our hero is?
Ross: The guy on the cover with his nipples showing?
Nora Bing: No, it's you.
Ross: PIease.
Nora Bing: No, really. Come on. You're smart. You're sexy.
Ross: Right.
Nora Bing: You're gonna be fine, believe me.