Hitch:
All right, come on, just... show me what you got.
Albert:
What do you... what do you mean?
Hitch:
Just show me how you would kiss me.
Albert:
Well, I... *wouldn't* kiss you.
Hitch:
I'm not me. I'm Allegra.
Albert:
[frowns]
But you're really not.
Hitch:
Okay, Albert. End of the night, you're dropping me off at home. Show me the magic.
Albert:
Yeah. You know, I'm really not comfortable with this...
Hitch:
[grabs Albert's hand, pretends to be Allegra]
Albert, I had such a wonderful time with you!
Albert:
Yeah. How about those Knicks, huh?
Hitch:
[reaches for his keys]
See what I'm doing? All right? This is a signal, okay? I'm fiddling with my keys, all right? A woman who doesn't want to kiss takes her keys out, puts them in the door, goes in the house. A woman that wants to kiss, she fiddles.
[jingles the keys]
Hitch:
I'm fiddling.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:00