She walks right past him and goes up the bar.
Lainie: Vodka martini. Y'know what? Make that two. just-keep 'em coming.
She's still ignoring him, sitting at the counter and drinking her vodka martini.
She sighs, still not even looking at him
Lainie: Can I help you?
Lainie: I can feel your eyes on me, sweetheart.
She takes another sip of her martini
Lainie: By the way, my eyes are up here.
She glares at him and takes another sip of her martini.
