what are you doing!? that's a tape recorder! roving eyes indicates a small sony protruding from lydia's clutch purse.
you can't do that, young lady! give that to me. he swipes the recorder from her purse.
she was recording my conversation!
this is a cocktail party, not a damn news conference!
captain, you're drunk. tuck looks embarrassed. he looks down at his drink, then looks up again with a big, foolish grin on his face.
you should have your press credentials revoked!