LARRY: I hate this place.
ANNA: At least it's central.
LARRY: I hate central. Central London's a theme park. I hate retro. I hate the future. Where does that leave me?
LARRY: Come back.
ANNA: You promised you wouldn't.
LARRY: Come back.
ANNA: How's work?
LARRY: Oh, Jesus. Work's shit, okay?
LARRY: Do they have waiters here?
LARRY: I love you. Please, come back.
ANNA: I'm not coming back.