Erin Brockovich: Hey!
George: Hello.
Erin: What are you doing making all that goddamn noise?
George: Well, uh, I don’t know we’re just introducing ourselves to the neighbors, I guess.
Erin: Well, I’m the neighbors. There we’re introduced, so shut the fuck up.
George: Oh, hey, hey, well, hold on there. Let’s start over, OK? My name’s George. What’s yours?
Erin: Just think of me as the person next door, who likes it quiet.
George: Hey, come on, don’t be like that. Look hell, we live next door to each other. And I feel bad, I feel terrible. I’m sorry, will you accept my apology? I mean hell we’re living right next door to each other if you need a cup of sugar or some cream…
Erin: I don’t need sugar.
George: You don’t need any sugar, well, why don’t I take you out to dinner to apologize for my rudeness. Huh? You give me your number, I mean I already got your address so you can’t get away, huh? And I’ll call you up proper and I’ll ask you out and everything.
Erin: You want my number.
George: I do, I do want your number.
Erin: Which number do you want? George?
George: George, now I like the way you say that “George”. Well, how many numbers you got?
Erin: Oh, I got numbers coming out of my ears, for instance ten.
George: Ten?
Erin: Yeah, that’s how many months old my baby girl is.
George: You have a little girl?
Erin: Yeah. Yeah, sexy, huh? How about this for a number six, that’s how old my other daughter is, eight is the age of my son, two is how many times I’ve been married and divorced, 16 is the number of dollars I have in my bank account. 8503943, that’s my phone number and with all the numbers I gave you I’m guessing zero is the number of times you’re gonna call it.
George: Hey, how the hell do you remember your bank balance right off the top of your head like that? That impresses me. You’re dead wrong about that zero calling...
George: Hello.
Erin: What are you doing making all that goddamn noise?
George: Well, uh, I don’t know we’re just introducing ourselves to the neighbors, I guess.
Erin: Well, I’m the neighbors. There we’re introduced, so shut the fuck up.
George: Oh, hey, hey, well, hold on there. Let’s start over, OK? My name’s George. What’s yours?
Erin: Just think of me as the person next door, who likes it quiet.
George: Hey, come on, don’t be like that. Look hell, we live next door to each other. And I feel bad, I feel terrible. I’m sorry, will you accept my apology? I mean hell we’re living right next door to each other if you need a cup of sugar or some cream…
Erin: I don’t need sugar.
George: You don’t need any sugar, well, why don’t I take you out to dinner to apologize for my rudeness. Huh? You give me your number, I mean I already got your address so you can’t get away, huh? And I’ll call you up proper and I’ll ask you out and everything.
Erin: You want my number.
George: I do, I do want your number.
Erin: Which number do you want? George?
George: George, now I like the way you say that “George”. Well, how many numbers you got?
Erin: Oh, I got numbers coming out of my ears, for instance ten.
George: Ten?
Erin: Yeah, that’s how many months old my baby girl is.
George: You have a little girl?
Erin: Yeah. Yeah, sexy, huh? How about this for a number six, that’s how old my other daughter is, eight is the age of my son, two is how many times I’ve been married and divorced, 16 is the number of dollars I have in my bank account. 8503943, that’s my phone number and with all the numbers I gave you I’m guessing zero is the number of times you’re gonna call it.
George: Hey, how the hell do you remember your bank balance right off the top of your head like that? That impresses me. You’re dead wrong about that zero calling...
