"I will admit that I had visions of running into her on the streets of New York late some night as she took a break from filming. We'd stroll past the velvet rope at a club (she's an aristocrat, after all). I'd bribe the DJ to drop the needle on Zip! Goes a Million. And as we Dougied together I'd assure her that the unfortunate incident with Mr. Pamuk was ancient history and of no concern to me."