Michael: I -- I was wondering if you might be willing to go somewhere with me? I -- I will pay you. Rita: ... You'll pay me? Michael: Not ... Not for sex. You're gonna think that I'm Jack the Ripper, right? Didn't he kill prostitutes, or ... Rita: I'm not a prostitute. Michael: And I shall let you live ... haha. This is my worst hello.
Michael: Pre-schools just go half-day, right? And I'm not trying to pick you up, but is there any way that I can, I can come by, pick you up, and bring you here? Rita: Yeah, I, um, I suppose I could sneak out at nap time. Michael: Yes? Perfect, great. And I shall drop you off alive, hooker or no. (mouths 'What is wrong with me?' as he walks off)