only the devil gets some

Watch it, Dayson, or you’ll be sleeping on the couch all… by… yourself. 

Oh, I know a bluff when I see one, Sinclair. I think you'd sooner join me on the couch.

Yeah? And what if I don’t? There are people around. You can’t exactly bend me over and have your way with me right here. 

You wanna bet?

You wouldn’t dare. Besides, you’re the one who started that…

I wouldn't dare? Are you sure? You oughta admit to it before I start getting inspired to prove you wrong.

Oh god, hardly. 

You really want me start bringing stuff up, LMSP?

i bet roxie's crazy in the sack

I do not pour coffee you incompetent little —- .. шибан идиот

We're in America, sweetheart. Stay current. What'd you say your name was?

  I’ll make sure to. Why would I end up in Vivienne Miller’s building, considering how big Brooklyn is? Shit, that’s very clever - how long did it take you to come up with that?

It's a small world. Have you ever gone to Times Square without bumping into Leno? Well, it took from the time you said 'I'll start packing' to the time I said 'assuming you could afford it'. See, that's how conversation works.

No, no. No need for clarification. I knew that’s what you meant. Yep, that’s it. Chocolate. Or a nice fruit basket. Have it delivered to me personally and then we’re in business. Which is lucky for you, Mr. Dayson. You’re running out of time here, dear. I mean, is that— is that a grey hair I see?

No, I think that's just your eyesight failing you. You should look into some glasses, ma'am.

As opposed to speaking just to hear my own voice? 

Exactly. Except I'm not the only one who wants to hear my voice.

Though that smirk is starting to tell me otherwise Mr.Dayson.

Well, look at you, almost as charming as I am. Whose assistant are you? Be a dear and pour me some coffee, will ya, baby?

Ah, too late there, I already made that joke on Friday. 

Yeah? That's all right. I doubt anyone was listening when you told it.

That little - what did you say?

Send me a postcard. And pray you don't get stuck in Viv's building. Assuming you could even afford it, of course.

Well, aren’t you a charmer?

So I've been told.

I’ll take that as a compliment. You know, you should tweet that. I’ll have people flocking to my door, expressing their gratitude at my… assistance in beating the heat, hopefully in the form of oversized fruit baskets or chocolate. I’ll accept either. 

Oh, yeah -- that's how I meant it, Miss Miller. It's just so fresh and breezy down there. Makes me think of you. Chocolate? Is that all it takes to get on your good side? Let's you and me go take a walk to See's, maybe I can snag myself a second cover.

I don’t know if I should take you seriously or not.

Take that little ass dress down to Flatbush Ave, you'll decide pretty damn quick whether or not to take me seriously.