Mr. Bishop: I thought we were having a moment.
Diana: Yes, we were. It's called compassion. It's when one person in nice to another person. Maybe you have trouble seeing that because I'm a woman.
Mr. Bishop: I'm sorry, but you are a woman, and I'm a man.
Diana: Yes, and?
Mr. Bishop: It's confusing. Do you want to be treated as our equals or do you want us to hold open the doors for you? Which one?
Diana: How about both? Is that so impossible?
Mr. Bishop: So how are we supposed to know what you want at any goddamned moment?