William Thacker: How are you doing?
Anna Scott: How do you think I'm doing?
William Thacker: I don't know what happened.
Anna Scott: I do. Your furry friend thought he'd make a buck. to tell the papers where I was.
William Thacker: That's not true.
Anna Scott: Really? The entire British press got up this morning and thought. I know where Anna Scott is. She's in that house with the blue door in Notting Hill." Then you go out in your goddamn underwear!
Spike: I went out in my goddamn underwear too.
William Thacker: (To his flatmate) Get out! (To Anna) Sorry. I'm so sorry.
Anna Scott: This is such an unbelievable mess. I come to you to protect myself against more crappy gossip, and how I've landed in it. all over again. For God's sake, I've got a boyfriend!
William Thacker: You have?
Anna Scott: As far as they're concerned I do. Yes. And now, tomorrow there'll be pictures of you in every newspaper from here to Timbuktu!
William Thacker: I know that, but... just let's stay calm.
Anna Scott: You stay calm! This is a perfect situation for you, isn't it? Minimum. input, maximum publicity. Everywhere you go, people will say, "Well done, you. You slept with that actress. We saw the pictures. "
William Thacker: That is spectacularly unfair.
Anna Scott: That's yours. (William's clothes) Maybe it'll even help business. Buy a boring book about Egypt from the guy that screwed Anna Scott.
William Thacker: Stop! Stop! I beg you! Calm down. How about a cup of tea?
Anna Scott: I don't want a goddamn cup of tea. I just wanna go home.
William Thacker: Spike, see who that is, and put some clothes on for God's sake.
Spike: Looks like a chauffeur to me.
Anna Scott, Spike owes you an expensive dinner or holiday depending who's got the brains to get the going rate on betrayal.
William Thacker: That is not true. Wait a minute. This is crazy behavior. Can't we just laugh about all this? Seriously in the huge sweep of things. this stuff doesn't matter.
Spike: What he's gonna say next is there' s people starving in Sudan.
William Thacker: Well, there are, and we don't have to go anywhere near that far. My best friend slipped down stairs, cracked. her back and she's in a wheelchair for the rest of her life All I'm asking for is a normal amount of perspective.
Anna Scott: You're right. Of course, you're right. It's just that I've dealt with this garbage for ten years. You've had it for ten minutes. Our perspectives are very different.
William Thacker: Today's newspapers will be lining tomorrow's wastepaper bin.
Anna Scott: Excuse me?
William Thacker: Well, you know. It's just one day. Tomorrow, today's papers will all have been thrown out.
Anna Scott: You really don't get it. This story will be filed. Every time anyone writes anything about me, they'll dig up these photos. Newspapers last forever. I'll regret this forever.
William Thacker: Right. Right. I will feel the opposite, if that's okay by you, and, uh. always be glad that you... came to stay. But. um. you're probably right. You better go.