Greg: How was the flight?
Tanya: I text you a bunch of times and you never text me back.
Greg: I know, I'm sorry, I just had a flare up at work and...
Valentina: Can I show you your room... or?
Tanya: Yeah, definitely.
Greg: What the hell is she doing here?
Tanya: Look, I'm traveling by myself.
Greg: You bring your assistant to a vacation with your husband?
Valentina: Anything you need, I'll be there.
Tanya: I just don't know what the big deal is. I don't know why you're so bothered.
Greg: Because I said no. Because it's supposed to be romantic. Because it's a vacation in Sicily for us.
Tanya: It's not like she's going to be in our bed and stuff. She has her own room.
Greg: Tanya, get rid of her.
Tanya: Alright. I'll get rid of her, alright.
Greg: Put her on a plane.
Tanya: Hey, um, you're going to have to get lost.
Portia: Okay, yeah. So, what do you mean? I see you in week, then?
Tanya: No, no, I want you to stay close 'cause I might need you but just lay low and not come out of your room. Okay? I gotta go. I did it. I did it.
Greg: Bye Portia. Do you want a drink?
Tanya: I'm hungry.