Yes, I do. First, we went to a tiny little restaurant with imitation wood tables and no wine list to speak of and then, then he suggested that we go back to his condo.
Well, it just seems that while I, the seasoned professional, am in here, digging through files, socializing with the IRS, and Amanda, the rookie, is out whooping it up with royalty, ex-movie stars, and Lee Stetson. I mean, I'm asking you, who do you know that is better at mingling with and flattering the idle rich than I am?
Amanda, when you're undercover, it is not good procedure to look at me until the assignment is officially over. Does the, uh, princess know you're working with us?
Well, there's nothing to tell. I did what your computer wanted me to do, and now it's time for me to slip into a phone booth and turn back into Amanda King.
Well, won't you sit down? Oh, I just thought it was awfully enterprising when Amanda told me that she was going to start this service, taking care of people's pets and plants. I mean, it's not exactly what I had in mind when she went to college, but, I mean after all, what does one do with a degree in American lit?