"This hypothesis states that the fate of transplanted embryonic cells is independent of their new position in the embryo."
"The Mosaic Hypothesis."
"I'm sorry. I'm going to need the complete answer." Tony teased.
"What is the Mosaic Hypothesis?" Jeanne emphasized with a smile.
"Correct! Hot and smart. A female version of me."
"Oh! So you think I'm ready for the exam tomorrow?"
"Well, I have twenty bucks saying you're going to set the curve."
"Okay, that's good to hear. Because that means it's my turn to ask you some questions" She responded with a sly grin.
"Fire away."
"All right, how's a… how's a kind of cute, definitely charming, guy like you, who does some pretty bad impersonations…"
Tony seized the opportunity to use one of them at that very moment. "I don't know what that means, but I thank you." To his delight, it elicited a laugh out of Jeanne.
"…manage to stay single for so long?"
"Oh, you're going to ask a real question. That's a real question."
"Yeah."
"Um… what are commitment issues?" She laughed again.
"Not buying it."
"Really?"
"Mm-mm."
"And why is that?"
"In the last hour…"
"Yeah?"
"At least a dozen hot coeds have walked by. Your eyes haven't wandered once."
"Really? Well, obviously yours have" he joked.
"Don't get your hopes up. I'm a very um… traditional girl."
"Oh, so is Anne Hecht."
"You still haven't answered my question, Tony." Tony hesitated. He wanted to tell her, tell her how he was patiently waiting to find the right girl. How he was more and more confident each day that he would find her. That it was meeting her, being with her, that changed him. But he knew that he couldn't do that, not now.
"Okay, okay. Really, I blame my parents. They were pretty messed up. They never loved each other; I knew about their affairs… they didn't provide a very good model. I vowed to myself to never let myself fall into that kind of a relationship. Hence, commitment issues." Jeanne simply nodded, solemnly.