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I mean, you know me. Team player.

Joan Miller. Cooper Nielson.

- Hello.

- Well, this is an honour.

I am, without a doubt, your biggest fan.

And my loveliest.

Now, what on earth were you doing

way over there in dreary London...

...when everyone loves you so much here?

Don't you listen to the gossip?

I was being huffy. Scorned lover. All that.

- God. I'm so sorry.

- Not at all. It's fine.

Joan, this is one

of our advanced students...

- Jody Sawyer.

- Sorry.

We have so many promising students.

It's hard to keep them straight.

You see?

That's how taxing Jonathan's job is.

So much is going on, he can't remember

the name of a beautiful girl.

Don't worry, Jody Sawyer.

I don't run a company.

I won't forget.

Excuse me.

I will trade you one bliss potato

with caviar for one of your tiaras.

My old one's broken and I'm desperate.

What will you use it for?

You know, state funerals,

abdications, the usual.

I'll see if we have your size.

Guys, want to see something?

Come on, just go with this.

I've already told Kathleen,

but what a treat, that Romeo and Juliet.

You're the finest Romeo

since Jonathan himself.

- It's a great piece.

- And you two together.

I don't do anything.

It's all her.

Come on.

Save it for the workshop, Charlie.

- Look at him.

- Get over here.

- Let's show them.

- Sure.

- What's wrong with you?

- You know exactly what you did.

You've got no right to paw me

in front of all those people.

I wasn't pawing you.

I can't even touch you?

We're not friends anymore?

Okay, listen.

I think it's great you're back.

You're a wonderful dancer.

But I am just as happily married

as I was before you left.

Then how come we danced better

tonight than we ever have?

For God's sake, that was acting.

Pretending.

That's our job.

I got to get back.

- My God.

- I know.

In the grand scheme of things,

it was a pretty cool night.

Except for that slave-labour part,

it didn't suck.

Excuse me. Coming through.

No luck?

- What?

- The tiara.

She went off to find one in my size.

No luck.

I'm sure you tried your hardest.

- Anyone want a fruit tart?

- I'll take one.

- It's practically all fat, Emily.

- Hello, Emily. I'm Jim Gordon.

You guys work here?

No. We're students

at the American Ballet Academy.

Ballerinas. Very cool.

Oh, my God.

You got to try one of these, Maureen.

Well, she has a name. Maureen.

We have to go.

Me, too.

I'm going to call my mom.

Tell her I've been wrong about New York.

You see, Maureen No-Last-Name,

all this time I've been telling her...

..."It's an interesting city,

but devoid of any true natural beauty."

And now that I've met you...

...I know that's not true.

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