Pan Am2011

Dean Lowrey:
[spots Colette's taxi on the side of the road with a flat tire while Colette is standing forward of the taxi with her luggage, fanning herself with her hat] Morning, Miss, couldn't help but notice your predicament.

Colette Valois:
Unfortunate, no? Are you going my way?

Dean Lowrey:
Uh, it depends. Where are you going?

Colette Valois:
Me? Paree [smiles]

Dean Lowrey:
[feigns amazement] You've got to be kidding me. I'm going to Paris.

Colette Valois:
You don't say!

Dean Lowrey:
Sometimes the stars align. Say, I could give you a lift, [Colette bends over to pick up her suitcase] but I'll have to warn you. [Colette stops and looks at Dean, still bent over] You have to cook my dinner, bring me coffee, make occasional small talk.

Colette Valois:
[stands up straight] Some steep demands.

Dean Lowrey:
It's a long walk to Paris.

Colette Valois:
[turns her head to the right, appearing to think it over, then turns to look at Dean] Fine! On one small condition. [Dean raises his eyebrows]