See, I've got this little problem. I've got a stalker. It doesn't sound life threatening....

David: See, I've got this little problem. I've got a stalker. Sofía: It doesn't sound life threatening. David: But I need a cover. I need for you to pretend we're having a scintillating conversation, and you are wildly entertained. [Both laugh] David: I know it's tough. Sofía: I'll improvise.

-Unless I'm homing in here. -You are. But the food's good. See, I've got this little problem. I got a stalker. -It doesn't sound life-threatening. -But I need a cover. I need for you to pretend we're having a scintillating conversation... ...and you are wildly entertained. -I know it's tough. -I'll improvise. She's right across the room... ...and she's burning a hole in my back now, isn't she? -Red dress, strappy shoes? -Yes. Wow. She's really staring at you. I'm having a drink. -Shit. -And she seems to be growing less happy. I think she's the saddest girl to ever hold a martini. Don't like the direction Brian Shelby. -Jennifer Kelly. -Ooh. Hi, Jennifer. You have another apartment? Sort of a day office. Come on. That it used to.