George: This is a fantastic place. I always thought it was a meat-packing plant.
Annabell: Hey, Amanda.
Amanda: These are my friends, Annabell, Justina and Mickey. We used to model together.
George: Oh, modeling. What's that like, fun? [inner monologue] Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Amanda: So, Mickey, how was Paris this time?
Mickey: A bore.
George: You know who used to love Paris? My dead fiancee, Susan. In fact, I think I may have a picture of her.
Mickey: Wow. She was beautiful. Do you wanna dance?