Archibald's Advances

[Ext. Day — Driveway of a stately home. Francine is sitting in her parked car, smoking a lucky. Enter Archibald, speaking as he approaches Francine.]

Archibald: I say, nice wheels, Francine.
Francine: Steady now, I'm spoken for.
Archibald [now standing alongside the parked car]: Can't a gentleman pay a compliment without it being misconstrued?
Francine: I'm not taking any chances. Your reputation precedes you.
Archibald: Is that what that is? And here I thought you were burning oils.
Francine: Well, all I'm saying is I'm spoken for.
Archibald: Yes, you already said that. That's a lot of speaking about being spoken for.
Francine: Don't get upset.
Archibald: Me? Upset? Impossible. I have a reputation to uphold. But you already know that—it's around here somewhere, isn't it?
Francine: Goodness, Archibald, I just want to nip your advances in the bud.
Archibald: I bet you do.
Francine: Oh, please!
Archibald [opens door and motions to sit behind the wheel where Francine is sitting]: Enough talk! Let's drive! Scooch and I'll take the wheel.
Francine [reluctantly moving to the passenger seat]: That's so typical! Because I'm a lady and the man has to drive?
Archibald [now sitting in the driver's seat]: Francine, you know I'd never put you in a pigeonhole like that.
Francine: Why thank y—
Archibald: You're no lady to me.
Francine [she exits the car]: Oh—!
Archibald: Look, I just want to take the wheel. When you need it, I'll bring it back—haha! Francine, did you get that? Francine? Francine?