Natalie: Excuse me. John Hannigan.
John Hannigan: That all depends.
Natalie: My name is Natalie Teeger. My daughter was in the play that you reviewed last night.
John Hannigan: If you'll excuse me, I'm kissing my luscious fiancee.
Natalie: Sorry, she sang "Away". The ballad, remember? You called her "completely forgettable."
John Hannigan: Your daughter is not forgettable. No, what I meant to say was I wish I could forget her, but alas, the banality of that tune she tried to sing is seared indelibly in my brain. Is that better?
Natalie: You know what you are, Mr. Hannigan, you're a bully. For your information, Julie got the most applause of anyone. People loved her. They were crying.
John Hannigan: I'm sure they were. Ah, lunch. Thank you, Kevin.
Diana Phelps: Winberries again?
John Hannigan: I'm a creature of habit, darling. Get used to it. Your complaint has been noted, Miss Teeger. Is there anything else? [Natalie sniffs his cologne] Is there something wrong?