Noah: You'll be working with a woman. Her name is Irena Damos. She's one of ours. You'll meet her in the lobby.
Al: She'll swoon all over me, right?
Noah: Wrong. You carry this. She'll approach you and when she does, you ask her if this book belongs to her. She'll answer, "Yes, this is my copy of Euripides."
Al: Sounds spicy.
Noah: I don't know, I never read it.
Al: Do we really have to go through with the cloak-and-dagger bit?
Noah: We have our reasons.
Al: Oh, fine. I stand around the lobby like some idiot, waiting for some dame to come over to me and tell me that she's lost her Euripides.
Noah: Oh, you could do it standing on your head.
Al: I ought to try. I'd be less conspicuous. You guys are beautiful.