Herbert... Wells

[at the Chartered Bank of London, Wells approaches the desk of Amy Robbins, who runs foreign currency] Amy Robbins:
May I help you? H.G. Wells:
I'd like to see the foreign currency officer. Amy Robbins:
You're looking at him. H.G. Wells:
You? Surely there must be a gentleman. Amy Robbins:
Don't be a chauvinist. It's taken me three years to get here. Don't you believe in women's liberation? H.G. Wells:
[to himself]
Women's liberation. [to Amy] H.G. Wells:
I'm sorry. I meant no disrespect. In fact, I was all for it, so I shouldn't complain. Amy Robbins:
You *were* all for it? What changed your mind? H.G. Wells:
[beat]
Nothing. I don't know whether you can help me. Amy Robbins:
May I help you? H.G. Wells:
I'm certainly willing for you to try. I'm looking for an Englishman who may have tried to exchange money. Amy Robbins:
I'll say! H.G. Wells:
Then he was here? Amy Robbins:
Yesterday, big as life. With a money belt that was even bigger. Must've weighed a ton. A friend? H.G. Wells:
We were traveling together and now I've lost him. His name was John Leslie Stevenson. Amy Robbins:
That's him. I wanted him to open an account but he only cashed a few hundred dollars. H.G. Wells:
You wouldn't happen to know what's become of him? Amy Robbins:
He asked me to recommend a hotel. H.G. Wells:
A hotel? Amy Robbins:
I sent him to the Hyatt Regency. H.G. Wells:
Hyatt Regency? Amy Robbins:
Yeah. [she writes him the address on the back of her business card, then hands it to him] H.G. Wells:
Oh, thank you. Amy Robbins:
You here on a visit? Tourist type thing? If you don't know anyone, let me show you around. We San Franciscans are pretty proud of this old town. H.G. Wells:
Well... yes, perhaps that might be nice. Amy Robbins:
It's your option. You've got the card. Give me a ring. My name's Amy. H.G. Wells:
A ring? Amy Robbins:
You know. [mimes dialing a telephone number] H.G. Wells:
Oh, yeah, yeah. [smiles, miming the same action despite not having a clue what it means] Amy Robbins:
My number's on the card. [Wells starts to leave] Amy Robbins:
What's your name? H.G. Wells:
Herbert... Wells