MONICA: Eliza. ELIZA: What Miss Lewinsky? You poor thing. MONICA: You will never believe me. I didnít believe it myself, at first. ELIZA: What is it now? MONICA: I met this guy. ELIZA (rapidly): A guy! See, I told you there were plenty of blokes in London and youíd find one in no time. Whatís his name? Whatís his name? MONICA: Robbie - ELIZA: Ohhhh! Like Robbie Williams. MONICA: No, his name is Robbie MacAllister. ELIZA: But itís still like Robbie Williams. MONICA: Whoís Robbie Williams? ELIZA: You canít be serious? They donít have Robbie in the States? MONICA: Who is he? ELIZA: Big singer. That boy drives everyone crazy. They say heís for the teeny-bopper crowd, but I totally love him. Itís embarrassing sometimes. Men- most men think heís stupid. But everyone knows Robbie Williams; just thought you should be in the know. So is your chap hot? MONICA: Oh, heís cute. ELIZA: Cute? Come on, now. Is he hot? MONICA: Hot, yeah. ELIZA: Fantastic! MONICA: Weíre going to a party tomorrow night. ELIZA: What kind of a party is it? Business? Birthday party? MONICA: He didnít say. I asked what type of party it was and all he said was that alcoholic beverages might be served. ELIZA: Robbie sounds a little discreet. Youíll have to tell me how it goes. MONICA: So tell me other names and stuff I need to know in London. You know Iím completely clueless. I canít believe Robbie Williams is the biggest pop star if Iíve never heard him. ELIZA: Well I donít know. Robbie is the hottest pop singer we have. You have to be completely removed from the world not to know Robbie. You know Tony Blair? MONICA: Yes. I know the Prime Minister. ELIZA: And Sherry? MONICA: Who? ELIZA: Ah, but you donít know the Prime Ministerís wife. Tony and Sherry. Like Bill and Hillary. I know about your culture, but you- MONICA: Of course, itís George and Laura now. ELIZA: Who cares! Oh! You have to know Cafť Concerto. They have the most stunning cake. I have to take you there. MONICA: OK. ELIZA: Plus thereís the Bram Stoker Tavern, the Moon under Water Pub, the Pitcher and the Piano Pub off Dean Street. MONICA: Alright, I get the point. ELIZA: You donít go out enough to catch all the different pubs. Youíre going to go back to the States and youíll have completely missed out.