Aww, don't cry. It'd be harder not to miss someone that's handsome and dashing-- you just can't find men like that anymore. Most of 'em are either just one or the other.

How long's it been?

[ Maybe he's going a little overboard, and Ray isn't even entirely clear on why until it occurs to him that Sadie sort of reminds him of some kind of anti-Malory Archer-- and thus, exactly the sort of witty, charmingly lush, (seemingly) high-society woman he'd love to be friends with.

Scratch that; witty, charmingly lush, (seemingly) high-society celebrity woman. ]

Ooh, what's it called? [ ... But: ] ... And I'm not an expert, but I think that would probably be frowned upon.