Oxford Blues

Nick De Angelo:
Look, I didn't travel 10,000 miles to spend my first morning in England talking to some wiseass chick from Weehawken, New Jersey.

Colin Gilchrist Fisher:
I'm sorry, but this is a private party. I don't mean to be rude, but...

Nick De Angelo:
It's okay, Victoria invited me.

Colin Gilchrist Fisher:
Oh, Victoria invited you. Well, if Victoria invited you, you'd better come and have a drink. What was all that nonsense of yours on the river yesterday? What was that about?

Nick De Angelo:
Thought you could use the competition.

Colin Gilchrist Fisher:
Oh did you?

Nick De Angelo:
Yeah.

Colin Gilchrist Fisher:
Well, thanks, when I need your help, I'll ask for it. Now you try this. This is an excellent wine from a superior vineyard. [Hands Nick a glass of wine] There you go.

Nick De Angelo:
You're right, it's great.

Colin Gilchrist Fisher:
Yes, I know, it's mine. I bought it.

Nick De Angelo:
The wine?

Colin Gilchrist Fisher:
No, the vineyard.

Nick De Angelo:
I've been sent down.

Simon Rutledge:
You'll row eights, or you won't row at all.

Nick De Angelo:
Then I won't row at all. [turns and begins to leave]

Simon Rutledge:
Nick? *Colin* rows eights.

Colin Gilchrist Fisher:
They say Oxford is what you make of it. Since you've been here, however, I'm afraid you've made it rather less.

Nick De Angelo:
Don't make this a personal thing, Colin.

Colin Gilchrist Fisher:
But it *is* personal. Isn't it?