Ryan Gosling hitting on Emma Stone

He is funny. He looks like a carrot, honey. Who looks like a carrot? Hi. Who looks like a carrot? Conan O'Brien. My friend, um, Hannah here thinks he's sexy. That's weird, because I think that your friend Hannah is really sexy. Oh, my God. You did not just say that. How old are you? What are you, a lawyer? A little bit. Come on. I know. You are? Is she? Gotta be. Don't you think you're a little old to be using cheesy pickup lines? Objection. Leaving the witness. Wow, Hannah, you're really wearing that dress like you're doing it a favor. Oh, God. That's a line. Me sitting over there for the past two hours not being able to take my eyes off of you is a fact. I mean, there's lots of beautiful women in this bar, your friend included. Hi. I love you. But I can't take my eyes off of you. That's a fact. It's not a line. I find you very attractive. Do you find me attractive? She does. I don't. You do. She does. Yes, she does. I don't. You do. I don't. Hannah, can I buy you a drink? No. You say no a lot, don't you? No. Oh, boy. Permission to approach the bench? Seriously? Just come on. Let me deliver my closing argument. Sure, proceed. Hannah, we live in a physical world, right? Uh-huh. And you're going to age, right? Mm-hmm. I guarantee you this. You're never going to regret going home with that guy from the bar that one time that was a total tomcat in the sack. But I can't guarantee that you won't not regret it. That's a double negative. You're a double negative. Okay. Hannah, can I buy you a drink? Okay. You know what? It's time to go home. Really? Mm-hmm. Wow, it's forward of you, but okay. Yeah. I'll do it. A T-boat's solid three. No. Should I get my car or yours? Should I pull the car around? Have you been drinking? I'll drive. Liz? Coming! Sure. I'm Jerry. Say, Jerry, I bet you got a ducky war story behind that letter. Yeah, sure, I got stories. You're dirty, Shirley. I got shot down once over the Pacific. I spent the night hanging onto the wing of the plane and I had sharks bumping my legs in the dark. Are you weak in the knees yet? Sure I am. Let's see, you're not quite big enough to be a Shylock. I give up. What's your racket, handsome? Mostly I just like to play games. I bet. What kind of games? I like to play Post Office. Post Office? It's a kid's game. Not the way I play. But my racket is I'm a Bible salesman. You want to take me away from all this and make an honest woman out of me? No, ma'am. I was just hoping to take you to bed.