- Dean Lowrey: [spots Colette's taxi on the side of the road with a flat tire while Colette is standing forward of the taxi with her luggage, fanning herself with her hat] Morning, Miss, couldn't help but notice your predicament.
- Colette Valois: Unfortunate, no? Are you going my way?
- Dean Lowrey: Uh, it depends. Where are you going?
- Colette Valois: Me? Paree
- [smiles]
- Dean Lowrey: [feigns amazement] You've got to be kidding me. I'm going to Paris.
- Colette Valois: You don't say!
- Dean Lowrey: Sometimes the stars align. Say, I could give you a lift,
- [Colette bends over to pick up her suitcase]
- Dean Lowrey: but I'll have to warn you.
- [Colette stops and looks at Dean, still bent over]
- Dean Lowrey: You have to cook my dinner, bring me coffee, make occasional small talk.
- Colette Valois: [stands up straight] Some steep demands.
- Dean Lowrey: It's a long walk to Paris.
- Colette Valois: [turns her head to the right, appearing to think it over, then turns to look at Dean] Fine! On one small condition.
- [Dean raises his eyebrows]
- Laura Cameron: I couldn't find my blue shawl. Did you pick it up from home?
- Kate Cameron: I don't know, I couldn't see through all the smoke.
- Laura Cameron: Smoke?
- Kate Cameron: Yes, mother was breathing fire.
- Maggie Ryan: [Kate and Laura's mother is on the plane] You know, as Pan Am employees, you can have your parents fly for free.
- Kate Cameron: We are not telling her that.
- Laura Cameron: No.
- Maggie Ryan: She's that bad?
- Kate Cameron: She should have saved the fare and flown her broomstick.
- Dean Lowrey: [closes the trunk lid] You have to stay on the right side of the road.
- Colette Valois: I am French, not English.
- Dean Lowrey: I'm fairly confident this is a bad idea.
- [sits down in the front passenger seat]
- Colette Valois: Aw, come on. What are you afraid of?
- Dean Lowrey: Where do I start?
- [Dean is about to hand her the keys, but pulls them away at the last second]
- Dean Lowrey: No, eh, listen, eh, before we do this, do you have any questions?
- Colette Valois: Only one - how fast does it go?
- Dean Lowrey: That's the wrong question.
- [opens the passenger side door and steps out of the car]
- Colette Valois: [in a singsong voice] We had a deal!
- [holds out her hand and gestures for the keys. Dean reluctantly hands Colette the keys]
- Colette Valois: Thank you.
- [starts the engine]
- Dean Lowrey: [sighs out loud as he sits down and closes the door] You have your license on you, right?
- Colette Valois: [revs the engine] What license?
- [shifts into drive and floors the accelerator]
- Ted Vanderway: So if a dame left you without word - no, "It was fun," no, "We'll always have Paris," you'd go searching for her.
- Sanjeev: I didn't say that. Hell, no.
- Ted Vanderway: There you go.
- Sanjeev: That is, unless... she was the love of my life.
- [Dean looks away dejectedly]
- Ted Vanderway: [Colette knocks on the cockpit door and enters with a dinner tray] What kind of name is Metropolitans, anyway, for a brand new ballclub?
- Sanjeev: Stengel didn't do too bad for you boys in the Bronx.
- Ted Vanderway: Yeah, until he went senile.
- Dean Lowrey: [Colette hands the tray to Dean, smiling] Dinner already?
- Colette Valois: Well, a deal is a deal.
- [Dean smiles back at her as she leaves]
- Ted Vanderway: And who pitches Whitey Ford... until Game 3 - what deal?
- Dean Lowrey: [waiting for his turn to use the lavatory] I'm surprised you haven't asked to take the helm yet.
- Colette Valois: Oh, the night is young.
- [smiles]