Girl Walks Into a Bar2011

[last lines]

Henry:
You have this... intangible quality.

Francine Driver:
Try harder.

Henry:
I'm cursed by the blossoming knowledge of my feminine ideal & she looks suspiciously like you.

Francine Driver:
That's not bad.

Henry:
It's pretty good, you mean. Not a total waste.

Francine Driver:
How about the truth.

Henry:
The truth is you're not my usual type.

Francine Driver:
What's your usual type?

Henry:
Gaunt, fashionable and dumb, with a big square Appalachian ass and an obsession with country music.

Francine Driver:
Jesus.

Henry:
Will you at least consider it?

Francine Driver:
[sighs, rips up photo. Sighs. Smiles. Grins]