He said:
- You're that type of a girl, you know.
- What type?
- Well, you know.
- No, I don't know.
- That kind who ruins a man.
- Do I ruin a man?
- I've been with your type before.
- So, now you know me?
- No, but I know what you're all about.
- And what am I all about?
- You're just that type of a girl.
- And you are that type of a man who believes he knows all the other types when in fact he lacks knowledge of his own.
- I guess we're even.
- I guess we are.