Jamie: Okay. So, what is your type, anyway?
Dylan: No, I don't have a type. It's more about what's inside.
Jamie: Oh, please! Okay, what about her?
Dylan: Yeah. I could get to know her inside. And she's reading a book.
Jamie: It's probably Nicholas Sparks.
Dylan: I'm gonna go talk to her.
Dylan: What do you mean, "What?" We said we wanted to date again. I'm gonna go talk to her.
Jamie: Now? Here, in front of all of these people?
Dylan: I didn't say I was gonna rape her. I said I was gonna go talk to her. Excuse me. I'm Dylan. Nice to meet you. The Notebook. Nice meeting you.
Dylan: We talked. We laughed.
Dylan: She's Belgian.
Jamie: Explains the reading.
Dylan: I showed her where the balcony was, because that's where she is meeting up with her husband. Anniversary trip to New York. Three kids. Christof, Karlina and Pepijn. Shut up. Why are you still laughing? At least I gave it a shot.
Jamie: Fine. I'll go next. See if I still have game.
Dylan: Right here. Eleven o'clock. Iced coffee.
Jamie: Handsome, but doesn't know it. Staring at a tree, which means he's actually in the park for nature and not to watch women sunbathe.
Dylan:Or he's retarded.
Jamie: Don't care. I'm going in. Excuse me.
Jamie: I'm Jamie.
Dylan: Yeah. Yeah, that works.
Parker: Nice to meet you.
Jamie: Okay. His name is Parker. He's a children's oncologist. And I have a date this Saturday.
Jamie: Thank you.
Dylan: Why'd you wave to me?
Jamie: I told him you were my gay best friend, so he wants to set you up with his brother.