MONICA: Eliza. ELIZA: What Miss Lewinsky? You poor thing. MONICA: You will never believe me. I didn’t believe it myself, at first. ELIZA: What is it now? MONICA: I met this guy. ELIZA (rapidly): A guy! See, I told you there were plenty of blokes in London and you’d find one in no time. What’s his name? What’s his name? MONICA: Robbie - ELIZA: Ohhhh! Like Robbie Williams. MONICA: No, his name is Robbie MacAllister. ELIZA: But it’s still like Robbie Williams. MONICA: Who’s Robbie Williams? ELIZA: You can’t be serious? They don’t have Robbie in the States? MONICA: Who is he? ELIZA: Big singer. That boy drives everyone crazy. They say he’s for the teeny-bopper crowd, but I totally love him. It’s embarrassing sometimes. Men- most men think he’s stupid. But everyone knows Robbie Williams; just thought you should be in the know. So is your chap hot? MONICA: Oh, he’s cute. ELIZA: Cute? Come on, now. Is he hot? MONICA: Hot, yeah. ELIZA: Fantastic! MONICA: We’re going to a party tomorrow night. ELIZA: What kind of a party is it? Business? Birthday party? MONICA: He didn’t say. I asked what type of party it was and all he said was that alcoholic beverages might be served. ELIZA: Robbie sounds a little discreet. You’ll have to tell me how it goes. MONICA: So tell me other names and stuff I need to know in London. You know I’m completely clueless. I can’t believe Robbie Williams is the biggest pop star if I’ve never heard him. ELIZA: Well I don’t know. Robbie is the hottest pop singer we have. You have to be completely removed from the world not to know Robbie. You know Tony Blair? MONICA: Yes. I know the Prime Minister. ELIZA: And Sherry? MONICA: Who? ELIZA: Ah, but you don’t know the Prime Minister’s wife. Tony and Sherry. Like Bill and Hillary. I know about your culture, but you- MONICA: Of course, it’s George and Laura now. ELIZA: Who cares! Oh! You have to know Café Concerto. They have the most stunning cake. I have to take you there. MONICA: OK. ELIZA: Plus there’s the Bram Stoker Tavern, the Moon under Water Pub, the Pitcher and the Piano Pub off Dean Street. MONICA: Alright, I get the point. ELIZA: You don’t go out enough to catch all the different pubs. You’re going to go back to the States and you’ll have completely missed out.