




Tom: I'm glad you could take a break.
Ashley: Yeah, me too. I was kind of surprised to get your call.
Tom: Well, you know, you told me where you work, so...
Ashley: And you just took it from there, huh? You're very resourceful.
Tom: Well, a man's gotta be.
Ashley: Mm-hmm.
Tom: I just hope I'm not making your test tubes and your beakers too jealous.
Ashley: You probably are, actually. Jabot could desperately use some new products these days.
Tom: Oh, now don't tell me you're feeling guilty.
Ashley: Sort of. I feel like I'm playing hooky.
Tom: Oh, jeez, I hate to think of you being chained to a Bunsen burner all day.
Ashley: I'm not chained. I love my job.
Tom: Mmm. Now there's a dangerous word.
Ashley: What, love?
Tom: Mm-hmm.
Ashley: Mmm, yeah, I guess it kind of is, isn't it? Except when it pertains to cosmetics.
Tom: Yeah. Maybe you're right. I was just trying to keep the conversation interesting.
Ashley: Mmm. Well, trust me. You don't have to try too hard.
Ashley: Is something wrong?
Tom: No, I'm just, uh... just hoping I'm not saying anything that's too, you know, out-of-bounds.
Ashley: Oh. No, but even if you were, you know, it's been so long since anybody has said anything out-of-bounds to me, um, I guess I kind of like it. So I forgive you.
Ashley: You know, for somebody who's concerned about going too far, you seem to enjoy pushing the envelope.
Tom: Hmm. What's that supposed to mean?
Ashley: Never mind.
Tom: No, tell me.
Ashley: Maybe I'm just being paranoid.
Tom: Maybe you have reason to be.
Ashley: Now what does that mean?
Tom: Well, depending on where a woman's been, what her life's been like, she might have reason to be a little cautious of somebody who she barely knows-- not that she'd have anything to fear from him.
Ashley: Well, I would hope that she wouldn’t.
Tom: I mean, any, you know, truly beautiful woman who's as smart as you are has got to be well aware of the kind of effect she has on any man. And any man who wasn't a fool would have to be on his best behavior anytime he had the privilege to be in her presence-- which might make the woman wonder whether he was for real or just playing her.
Ashley: Interesting theory.
Tom: Oh, it's more like a fact.
Ashley: So does that mean that this is your best behavior?
Tom: Do I look like a fool?
Ashley: So how do I know who the real you is then?
Tom: Well, you don’t. It'd be just the same, though, if any other guy were sitting here.
Ashley: Oh, that's not true. That's a cop-out. I know guys. I mean, you know, like Paul.
Tom: Oh, Paul, right. He seems like a real straight shooter.
Ashley: Yeah, he is. He is. He's very sweet. He's very sincere.
Tom: Oh. Sincere is nice.
Ashley: What do you mean by that?
Tom: Just that you gotta have a little fun in life.
Ashley: So you don't think I have fun?
Tom: I don't know. Do you?
Ashley: No, I don’t. Not as much as I should.
Tom: That's where I come in. But first we gotta get out of here.
Ashley: Why?
Tom: Well, this may be an athletic club, but it's no place to have fun.
Ashley: What kind of fun were you thinking about?
Tom: Well, the kind you find when you kind of look beyond sincere.
Ashley: I can’t.
Tom: Come on.
Ashley: No, I really-- I can’t. I've got to get back to work.
Tom: All right. Suit yourself.
Ashley: That's it? You're just gonna give up like that?
Tom: Well, far be it from me to keep Ashley Abbott from creating the next miracle for the makeup industry.
Ashley: Uh-huh.
Tom: Just... just tell me I can call you again.
Ashley: Far be it from me to tell you when you can pick up the telephone.
Tom: Well, I thought I'd practice my good manners, you know?
Ashley: Oh.
Tom: Anyway, I'll see you soon, and thank you for joining me.
Ashley: Well, thank you. No, don't get up.