[referring to Raymond Beaumont]

What an insufferable prick that man is. Still, it's not your problem. Unless, of course, you're stupid enough to be working for him.

[shaking her head]

No.

Or sleeping with him.

[slightly disgusted]

No.

Oh good. Well, that establishes your discerning good taste. [turns her attention to something else, then addresses Alex without looking at her] Uh-huh. What can I do for you?

[assertively]

Absolutely nothing at all until I can get your full attention.

[turns and stares at her, Alex stares right back]

I like you.