ROBBIE: Hello there. Youíre not alone are you? MONICA: Iím afraid I am. I was supposed to meet my friend, Eliza, and her boyfriend, but they must have gone back to his place. ROBBIE: Well you can ring his place, canít you? MONICA: Unfortunately, this is a new boyfriend. I donít even know his name, much less his phone number. ROBBIE: Well that relieves me that you were stood up. MONICA: Why is that? ROBBIE: Well, you were looking so nice there that I figured you had a boyfriend or were trying to attract men. MONICA: Whatís so bad about trying to attract men? ROBBIE: I donít like flirts. I always like to do the scouting, finding a woman who isnít expecting love and have it fall right in her lap. MONICA: Iím afraid I havenít been doing as much looking as I should, no. ROBBIE: Well, thatís alright. Hey, Iím Robbie. MONICA: Iím Monica. ROBBIE: Like Monica Lewin- oh, Iím sorry. I bet you hate that. MONICA: I absolutely hate it when people bring her up, just because we have the same name. Why canít the English get over her? ROBBIE: Well, sheís such a devilish girl. MONICA: By the way, are you married? Iíve been told that if you donít ask, Englishmen wonít tell. ROBBIE: How awful!! Do you really think that Iíd approach you like this if I were married? No, of course not. I donít even have a girlfriend. My last girlfriend left me three months ago for an American. Sorry dear, thereís nothing wrong with Americans. Itís just that I donít know anything else about him. So what are you drinking? That looks awfully light. MONICA: Ginger ale. ROBBIE: Ginger ale? Not a heavy drinker? Not a drinker at all? MONICA: No, Iím not. ROBBIE: Then why go to a pub? MONICA: Well, I was supposed to meet my friends here. And my friend always says that I should hang out in a pub or go to the theater. And I donít want to go to the theater for awhile. I went four times last week and itís really draining my savings. ROBBIE: Oh you bet. I donít even go to the theater that much. Sometimes a movie, but not the theater. Itís fun to go cruising in Leicester Square. MONICA: Oh yes, Leicester Square. I go there all the time. ROBBIE: Thereís that Charlie Chaplin statue. We should have our picture taken there. MONICA: So Robbie, do you have a last name? ROBBIE: Of course, MacAllister. Itís a nice name, donít you think? MONICA: Yes. ROBBIE: Youíre not doing a background check on me now are you? MONICA: No, itís just that I want to know who you are. Eliza, my friend, doesnít even catch or remember her boyfriendsí last names that often. ROBBIE: It seems like she has a lot of them. MONICA: Oh yes. I just want one. I canít see how she picks up a different one each night. ROBBIE: Well, I bet she gives them what they want, you know? You seem more like a good girl. MONICA: Yes, too good. I canít see why she doesnít get hurt meeting all these men and never seeing them again. Iíd like to develop a solid relationship. ROBBIE: Well great, because Iíve been looking for a nice girl, you know. MONICA: Oh good. Cause I thought British men were all about shagging and drinking. ROBBIE: Well Iím not all about shagging and drinking, but I must say you canít live without either. MONICA: You canít? ROBBIE: Well, I mean, not forever. Say, you arenít a virgin, are you? MONICA: Yes- ROBBIE: Oh no! Iím in no hurry or anything, but Iíd like to inform you that youíre missing out. MONICA: I donít know what Iím missing out on. ROBBIE: No, you sure donít. MONICA: So you think we could have a platonic relationship? ROBBIE: Unless we get married, sure. MONICA: Oh, of course. But that might be a long time away. ROBBIE: Unless we fall in love and decide that we just have to get married. MONICA: OK. So youíre serious? And you donít cheat on your girlfriends often? ROBBIE: Often? Never at all! Donít be so cynical about men. I believe youíve found a decent one, but donít rely on what I have to say, see for yourself. MONICA: Alright. ROBBIE: So Iím going to this party tomorrow night and I need a date. MONICA: Youíre not just asking me because you need a date, are you? ROBBIE: No way! Itís an excuse to ask you out, though. MONICA: What type of party is it? ROBBIE: You know, a party. What type of party were you expecting it to be? MONICA: Well, I went to this drinking party with my friend, Eliza. It was a little crazy. ROBBIE: Ah, tell me about it. Iím not sure this is that type of a crowd. Thereíll probably be some alcoholic beverages there, but it wonít be too crazy. MONICA: Iíll go then. ROBBIE: Perfect. Meet me at my flat at six oíclock. MONICA: Iíll be there.