The Day the Earth Caught Fire1961

[Peter decides to stop in at the Press Office, after telling Jeannie that he had better things to do. He finds her cleaning what looks like a mimeograph machine, and they each have no idea who the other one is]

Jeannie Craig:
Oh, hullo. Have you come to fix this?

Peter Stenning:
Well, I hadn't, but for you, why not?

Jeannie Craig:
[embarrassed] Oh, I'm sorry, they'd said they'd send someone. Can I help you? Nearly everyone's gone home.

Peter Stenning:
Yeah, I'd like a copy of tonight's official line-ups.

Jeannie Craig:
Tonight's what?

Peter Stenning:
Uh, the official releases.

Jeannie Craig:
Oh! Those are all a bit smudged, a bit over-inky, I'll get you a clean one. We're in a terrible state here. What with holidays and flu, we're all doing everyone else's job.

Peter Stenning:
[Admiring her shapely arse as she bends over:] It happens to the best of us.

Jeannie Craig:
Success! [She hands him a paper] No smudges.

Peter Stenning:
This is all I get, sweetie?

Jeannie Craig:
That's all you get.

Peter Stenning:
You wouldn't like a drink with me, or a lift home?

Jeannie Craig:
Just for my record, I'd like your name.

Peter Stenning:
Peter Stenning. Just for my record, I'd like yours.

Jeannie Craig:
[She straightens up and stares at him, remembering now his name and his rudeness on the telephone exchange] Peter Stenning?

Peter Stenning:
Yes.

Jeannie Craig:
Express?

Peter Stenning:
Oh, you've heard of me.

Jeannie Craig:
Oh, yes. And if you're Peter Stenning, that's not all you get.

Peter Stenning:
Oh, great, great.

Jeannie Craig:
You get this too, sweetie. [She slaps his face] Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to dive back into the Pool.

[she storms off, and Peter looks both injured and intrigued]