- You were saying... ?
- Yes. The thing is... I have to go away today but I wondered, if I didn't, whether you might let me see you a bit... or, a lot maybe... see if you could... like me again.
- But yesterday... that actor asked you who I was... and you just dismissed me out of hand... I heard. You had a microphone... I had headphones.
- You expect me to tell the truth about my life to the most indiscreet man in England?
- Anna. Look...I'm a fairly level headed bloke. Not often in and out of love, but... Can I just say 'no' to your kind request and leave it at that?
- ... yes, that's fine. Of course. I... you know... of course... I'll just... be getting along then... nice to see you.
- The truth is... with you, I'm in real danger. It looks like a perfect situation, apart from that foul temper of yours, but my relatively inexperienced heart would, I fear, not recover if I was once again ... cast aside, which I would absolutely expect to be. There are too many pictures of you everywhere, too many films. You'd go and I'd be... well, buggered, basically.
- I see... That reality is a real 'no,' isn't it?
- I live in Notting Hill. You live in Beverly Hills. Everyone in the world knows who you are. My mother has trouble remembering my name.
- Okay... fine.. fine... good decision... The fame thing isn't really real, you know... don't forget: I'm also just a girl standing in front of a boy asking him to love her.
(She kisses him on the cheek and leaves the bookshop).


