[Hart arrives at Valentine's home. Valentine opens the door]
Valentine:
Mr. DeVere. It's a pleasure to meet you.
Harry Hart:
I'm awfully sorry. I seem to have my dates muddled up.
Valentine:
Oh, no no no. I cancelled the gala because of you. Anybody willing to donate that much deserves a private dinner. Come in.
Harry Hart:
Thank you.
Valentine:
Gotta admit, I was really intrigued to meet you. There aren't many billionaires I don't know.
Harry Hart:
I don't doubt it.
Valentine:
Obviously, I've had my people looking into your... affairs and that's some pretty old money you're from. How'd your folks make it?
Harry Hart:
Property, mostly. Property in the markets. Nothing personal, if that's your concern.
Valentine:
Look, I'm just in to find out what kind of person you are. I'm sure you understand that.
Harry Hart:
I most certainly do.
Valentine:
Hope you're hungry.
Harry Hart:
I'm famished.
Valentine:
Good. Grab a seat.
[Gazelle brings in a silver food cart. Suspenseful music plays in the background as she places it between Hart and Valentine until she opens it, revealing McDonald's food]
Harry Hart:
I'll have the Big Mac, please.
Valentine:
Great choice. But nothing beats two cheeseburgers with secret sauce. Goes great with this '45 Lafitte.
Harry Hart:
A classic pairing. And may I suggest Twinkies and a 1937 Chateau d'Yquem for pudding?
Valentine:
I like it.
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