a lady of the evening.(Tim and Anya are necking; she's apparently enjoying the closeness, pushing herself into him. Tim, however, seems uncomfortable. He pushes her away.)a lady of the evening.
TIM. Aren't you uncomfortable? I'm a complete stranger.
ANYA. (with a thick russian accent) You don't have to be nervous, darling--
TIM. I'm not nervous. And you had a Spanish accent earlier.
ANYA. (with an equally thick Spanish accent) Oh, I'm sorry. Did you prefer it?
TIM. I'd prefer you to be...you, really. Yourself. Anya, right? I want you to be Anya. Can you do that?
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They search for the method in our madness while we dare them to find the madness in our method.
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