Marty scoffs, then chuckles at Felicia's obvious naivete. "Uh, yeah, okay. Umbrellas keep the water off," he remarks with a smirk, as if that explains everything. Marty's right, Felicia's wrong. End of-- why is there a boat in his hands? He looks at the dream girl, trying to follow along, but soon her words melt into garbled nonsense as he stops paying attention. Still, he grins enthusiastically and nods. "I have no idea what she just said," he confides to Felicia, still looking at the actress.

"Are you here for an audition?" he asks, finally moving his eyes to Felicia again. "Because I think that lady just scored the part," he adds, pointing past her to one of the performers in the center of the room. There's some fire juggling going on while wearing half of a two-person horse costume. Alright then.