Mary Steenburgen credited as playing...
Amy Robbins
- H.G. Wells: The first man to raise a fist is the man who's run out of ideas.
- Amy Robbins: I love you.
- [as Wells and Amy are kissing on Amy's couch, she begins to remove pieces of his clothing - first taking off his glasses, then unfastening his collar]
- H.G. Wells: Amy, I don't want to compromise you. Are you quite certain I'm not forcing you to...
- Amy Robbins: Forcing me? My God, Herbert, I'm practically raping you.
- H.G. Wells: [smiles] Yeah, that's true.
- Amy Robbins: I like that suit. Is that what they're wearing in London?
- H.G. Wells: It was when I left.
- H.G. Wells: This is delicious, far superior to that Scottish place I breakfasted.
- Amy Robbins: Scottish?
- H.G. Wells: McDougall's
- H.G. Wells: Do you still insist that this is all poppycock?
- Amy Robbins: That's not exactly the word I had in mind.
- H.G. Wells: We could easily avoid this whole thing.
- Amy Robbins: You mean, give him the key?
- H.G. Wells: No. I mean... come back with me.
- Amy Robbins: Back?
- H.G. Wells, Amy Robbins: Yes. Back to 1893.
- Amy Robbins: I'm a twentieth century woman. I have a career and a mind of my own. Be reasonable. How am I gonna make it in 1893?
- H.G. Wells: Is your career so important? It's your life we're talking about!
- Amy Robbins: My work is my life. As much as yours or any other man's. Please don't start sounding like my husband. Wait a minute... What about forward?
- H.G. Wells: Forward? You mean the future. Yes, of course!
- [thinks a moment]
- H.G. Wells: No... no. We're forgetting something... him. I can't just leave him here to do as he likes.
- Amy Robbins: So much for "your place or mine."
- H.G. Wells: Amy, wait, listen to me!
- Amy Robbins: I *have* listened, and a bigger crock of shit I've never heard!
- [Robbins and Wells are sitting together on her couch]
- Amy Robbins: [matter-of-factly] Herbert, if you don't take me into your arms this minute, I'm going to scream.
- [at the Chartered Bank of London, Wells approaches the desk of Amy Robbins, who runs foreign currency]
- Amy Robbins: May I help you?
- H.G. Wells: I'd like to see the foreign currency officer.
- Amy Robbins: You're looking at him.
- H.G. Wells: You? Surely there must be a gentleman.
- Amy Robbins: Don't be a chauvinist. It's taken me three years to get here. Don't you believe in women's liberation?
- H.G. Wells: [to himself] Women's liberation.
- [to Amy]
- H.G. Wells: I'm sorry. I meant no disrespect. In fact, I was all for it, so I shouldn't complain.
- Amy Robbins: You *were* all for it? What changed your mind?
- H.G. Wells: [beat] Nothing. I don't know whether you can help me.
- Amy Robbins: May I help you?
- H.G. Wells: I'm certainly willing for you to try. I'm looking for an Englishman who may have tried to exchange money.
- Amy Robbins: I'll say!
- H.G. Wells: Then he was here?
- Amy Robbins: Yesterday, big as life. With a money belt that was even bigger. Must've weighed a ton. A friend?
- H.G. Wells: We were traveling together and now I've lost him. His name was John Leslie Stevenson.
- Amy Robbins: That's him. I wanted him to open an account but he only cashed a few hundred dollars.
- H.G. Wells: You wouldn't happen to know what's become of him?
- Amy Robbins: He asked me to recommend a hotel.
- H.G. Wells: A hotel?
- Amy Robbins: I sent him to the Hyatt Regency.
- H.G. Wells: Hyatt Regency?
- Amy Robbins: Yeah.
- [she writes him the address on the back of her business card, then hands it to him]
- H.G. Wells: Oh, thank you.
- Amy Robbins: You here on a visit? Tourist type thing? If you don't know anyone, let me show you around. We San Franciscans are pretty proud of this old town.
- H.G. Wells: Well... yes, perhaps that might be nice.
- Amy Robbins: It's your option. You've got the card. Give me a ring. My name's Amy.
- H.G. Wells: A ring?
- Amy Robbins: You know.
- [mimes dialing a telephone number]
- H.G. Wells: Oh, yeah, yeah.
- [smiles, miming the same action despite not having a clue what it means]
- Amy Robbins: My number's on the card.
- [Wells starts to leave]
- Amy Robbins: What's your name?
- H.G. Wells: Herbert... Wells.