Dexter: you know, we’ve never actually met.

Emma: actually we have. Several times.

Dexter: have we?

Emma: you gatecrashed ['geitkræʃ] my birthday party, called me Julie, and spilled red wine down my top.

Dexter: ouch. Well I’m sorry about that.

Emma: no, not at all. You are delightful.

Dexter: was I?

Emma: no, no, you weren’t.

Dexter: look, if you are not Julie, then…

Emma: I’m Emma.

Dexter: Emma.

Emma: Emma Morley.

Dexter: Emma Morley. Listen up, I will walk you home.