The Guardian2006/I

Emily Thomas:
Hey, Mags, can I have a beer?

Jake Fischer:
Well, well. So you are gonna have a drink with me.

Emily Thomas:
No, I'm having a drink near you. Entirely different thing.

Jake Fischer:
You're a real little lightening-rod, aren't you? What's your name?

Emily Thomas:
Daisy Buchanan.

Jake Fischer:
You're lying, Daisy Buchanan.

Emily Thomas:
There is that possibility.

Jake Fischer:
No, that was a sure-fire lie.

Emily Thomas:
So I take it you've read 'The Great Gatsby'. Where's my money?

Jake Fischer:
It's not on me, but it is close, if a very safe place. Now, I've drawn a map with a complex set of clues. Each one is more fiendishly clever then the last...

[Emily reaches into his pocket and pulls out the money]

Jake Fischer:
...That works too.

Emily Thomas:
[jump cut. they are now at a table and Emily has the *map*] This is just a picture of your pants.

Jake Fischer:
Yeah, but it's a *bad* picture, which is what makes it so fiendishly clever.