New York, New York1977

Jimmy:
I know you from some place.

Francine:
No.

Jimmy:
You don't remember me?

Francine:
No.

Jimmy:
You don't remember we met a few years ago? It was at a party or a dance. We had a long conversation. You can't remember that?

Francine:
No.

Jimmy:
I just want to explain to you, first of all, my parents are over there, my mother and father, my brother and sister. So I got to see them because I just was two years in the service, you know, so they haven't see me. Now, I want to get your phone number so I can tell you tomorrow about what I was thinking about. There's something very, very important I've got to talk to you about.

Francine:
No.

Jimmy:
No what? No what?

Francine:
No.

Jimmy:
No?

Francine:
No.

Jimmy:
No, no, no. You don't understand. Give me your number. You got a pencil or something?

Francine:
No.

Jimmy:
All right. I have a photographic memory. Just give me your number, and I'll remember it.

Francine:
No.

Jimmy:
Yes.

Francine:
No.

Jimmy:
Yes.

Francine:
No.

Jimmy:
Can I meet you at Central Park? I'm serious.

Francine:
I know. No.

Jimmy:
I mean, come on. There's no way...

Francine:
No!