"Well, that's a big honor indeed. I mean, you had to go to London, the capital of the world, in order to get to New York, the center of the universe, and through both these cosmopolitan metropolises, you bypassed Broadway and Shakespeare's Globe, you went past a dozen movie theatres and ignored Off-Broadway, you ignored a thousand chances to window shop or to actually shop, all for the sake of a little NYU playhouse that will be showing some pompous intellectual crap next week."
Gar would have been nicer if he'd just let her pretend to be a bitch who was bored enough to find her way to the show. But he wouldn't have been Gar.