The Informers evaluation action

Christie: [regarding a little mark that appeared on her arm] Look, I have no idea what this is. And another one on my foot.

[proffers slinky foot for him to inspect]

Graham Sloan: [declines] Yeah, I don't know what it is either. Look, Christie, tell me something.

Christie: What?

Graham Sloan: What do you think about Martin?

Christie: He's cool. He's hot.

Graham Sloan: Yeah, hot. Hmm. Well... I know that. But... I'm just not sure that I'm at the same place as you are. You know, with everything that's... that's been going on with him. Forget it. Sorry I brought it up.

Christie: Graham. Martin's not even staying here. He's staying at Nina Metro's. Even though he said she was insane. That reminds me... Did you get tickets for tomorrow night at the Greek? Bryan Metro? Graham! You know he doesn't mean as much as you to me.

[scoffs]

Christie: Come on, Graham, we are all just having fun, you know? Like, you take it all too seriously.

Graham Sloan: Yeah, but you're also sleeping with him, and it's just stressing me out.

Christie: What's wrong? You know I'm on the pill. Graham? Graham?

Graham Sloan: Yeah?

Christie: You're forgetting something.

Graham Sloan: What?

Christie: We're both sleeping with him. We're both sleeping with Martin. And if I'm cool with that... then...

Rachel: So, did anybody see that Robert Waters is here?

Tim: Who's that?

Les Price: Come on, Tim. Robert Waters.

[Rachel scoffs]

Les Price: Star of The Flight Patrol. It's a television show.

[Rachel chuckles]

Les Price: On television.

Tim: I don't know. I guess I just must not watch enough TV.

Les Price: [scoffs] Yeah, right.

Rachel: Wait. You don't know who Robert Waters is?

Tim: No, I... I don't. You do, I guess?

Rachel: Well, I met him at Reagan's inauguration. God, I thought everybody knew who Robert Waters is.

Tim: I... I don't. Why do you guys care?

Rachel: Well, it's a little weird.

Tim: Why?

Les Price: He's here with three guys. The very macho star of Flight Patrol is here with three dudes.

Tim: So?

Les Price: So one of them tried to pick up Tim today.

Tim: Me? When?

Rachel: At the beach. Today at the bar.

Tim: That guy?

Les Price: Yeah. That guy.

Tim: Look, he... he was nice. He was a nice guy.

Les Price: [sarcastic] Yeah, I'm sure he was really nice.

Rachel: Real nice.

[mocking laugh at Tim, who, to hide his discomfort, lights up a cigarette]

Rachel: You smoke?

Les Price: I told you, Tim.

Tim: What?

Rachel: It's bad for you.

Les Price: He knows. I told him last night.

Tim: [taking a delight in smoking, blowing clouds of smoke] Am I blowing this in your face? I mean, really, is this... is this actually bothering you? I mean, we're... we're outside.

Rachel: Look, you just shouldn't smoke, Tim.

Tim: Okay, I'm gonna finish this cigarette somewhere else, since you two don't like it.

[Rachel scoffs]

Tim: The odds looking pretty good tonight, huh, Dad?

[goes off, leaving the pretty girl to Dad]

Rachel: [sighs] Tim, stop.

Les Price: Let him go.

Rachel: [clears throat] Well, thank you for dinner, Les.

[prepares to leave]

Les Price: Hey, hey, we're not done here.

Rachel: No, look, just tell Tim that I'm sorry.

Les Price: Let's have another drink, come on.

Rachel: You know, I'll see you guys tomorrow.

Les Price: Don't let him spoil the party, come on.