Unknown woman: Sorry, excuse me. Oh, excuse me; is there room for me there?

Gorgeous woman: Um, yeah.

Look, there's a seat back there, I'll move.
Unknown woman: Oh. Oh, no, are you sure?
Gorgeous woman: Yeah, there's more room.
Unknown woman: Oh, thanks.
Gorgeous woman: Oh, sorry.
Jeff: Sorry.
Gorgeous woman: Is something wrong?
Jeff: No, no, nothing.
Gorgeous woman: Um--
Jeff: You--you look just like the back of your head.
Jeff: No! I-I'm sorry. I mean, it's just, what I--
Gorgeous woman: are you all right?
Jeff: I'm fine, yeah, I'm great, thanks.
Jeff: It's just that I've always seen you sitting over there,
Jeff: and I could only see the back of your head.
Gorgeous woman: Oh, okay.
Jeff: But the front's just as good. Better, in fact, because you've got a face. And I'm not
just saying that.
Gorgeous woman: Well, thanks.
Jeff: And--and you've got a leg. Uh, I mean...another leg.
Gorgeous woman: What?
Jeff: I'm just saying it--it's great to see your legs together for once. Uh, no, no! What I
meant was, normally, I enjoy your legs separately. Well, one of your legs anyway. It
was sitting over there with the rest of you, so, obviously, you'd know that. But--but I
could only see the left one.
Gorgeous woman: Okay.
Jeff: but, you know, it's great to see them both here.
Gorgeous woman: Well, that's good, huh?
Jeff: I'm not saying I preferred them separately. You know, they're better together. I
can see that.
They're, well, they're like a leg team.
Gorgeous woman: Good.
Jeff: Believe me, I'm not trying to part your legs. No, no, uh... Not "part" in the sense
of, you know, um-- i mean, i don' want to--
Gorgeous woman: what?
Jeff: Amputate one.
Gorgeous woman: I'm sorry?
Jeff: I'm not one of these amputators.
Gorgeous woman: Amputators?
Jeff: Yeah, in case you were worrying. I'm not one.
Gorgeous woman: What do you mean "amputators"?
Jeff: Well...
Gorgeous woman: What are you talking about amputating for?
Jeff: I'm sorry. It's on my mind.
Gorgeous woman: Why?
Jeff: Well... Because... I got a wooden leg.
Gorgeous woman: Oh. Oh, no. Really?
Jeff: Yes, i had one of my legs amputated. But never mind, eh?
Gorgeous woman: I'm so sorry. Well, no wonder it's on your mind.
Jeff: It's not a problem. Really. Easy come, easy go.
Gorgeous woman: Which one?
Jeff: I'm sorry?
Gorgeous woman: Which leg did you have amputated?
Jeff: Um-- Sorry, it was such a long time ago.
Gorgeous woman: What?
Jeff: The left one. It was the left.
Gorgeous woman: What was wrong with it?
Jeff: Um... Well, it--it was rubbish.
Gorgeous woman: Rubbish?
Jeff: I had a--a leg...illness.
Gorgeous woman: Why do you get so nervous? Is it because of your leg?
Jeff: Yeah, it--it's my leg's fault.
Gorgeous woman: Are you scared of what people will think?
Jeff: I--I'm always scared of what people will think.
Gorgeous woman: Well, you want to know what I think?
Jeff: What?
Gorgeous woman: I have a little bit of experience with disability, and I think... You're
very, very brave.
Jeff: Oh, good.