I Never Talk To Strangers

Bette: "Bartender, I'd like a Manhattan, please." Tom: Um, stop me if you've heard this one, but I feel as though we've met before. Perhaps I am mistaken. Bette: But it's just that I remind you of someone you used to care about. Oh, but that was long ago. Now tell me, do you really think I'd fall for that old line? I was not born just yesterday. Besides, I never talk to strangers anyway. Tom: Well, hell, I ain't such a bad guy once you get to know me. Just thought there ain't no harm. Bette: Hey-e-yeh, just try minding your own business, bud. Who asked you to annoy me with your sad, sad repartee? Besides, I never talk to strangers anyway. Your life's a dime store novel. This town is full of guys like you. And you're looking for someone to take the place of her. Tom: You must be reading my mail. 'N' you're bitter 'cause he left you. That's why you're drinkin' in this bar. Bette&Tom: Well, only suckers fall in love with perfect strangers. Bette: It always takes one to know one, stranger. Tom: Maybe we're just wiser now. Bette: Yeah, 'n' been around the block so many times Tom:that we don't notice Bette&Tom: that we're all just perfect strangers as long as we ignore that we all begin as strangers just before we find we really aren't strangers anymore. Bette: "Aw, you don't look like such a chump." Tom: "Aw, hey babe."