I'm sure you are all aware of this:
http://www.majorityreportradio.com/weblog/archives/003989.php"
took him by the hand and led him over to the bar and said she wanted to have a 'nuclear' conversation with him...and wanted to 'talk about nuclear technology.' Then she led him back to the table and sat him down, sat next to him, and her foot was brushing against his foot, her knee was half-an-inch away, she leaned in real close and started calling him 'honey.'"
The poor young reporter told Elliot:
"I had my face in my notepad a lot, because everytime I looked up she was so close to me."
****************************
I, SoonerHoosier, have managed to obtained a secret tape recording of the conversation! Here's the transcript of their "nuclear conversation."
HARRIS: Hi. What’s your name?
REPORTER: Adam.
HARRIS: Atom, huh? Are you in an excited state, Atom? (giggles.) Well, I’d like to have a nuclear conversation with you, Atom. C’mere. Buy me a drink?
REPORTER: I’m not 21, Ms. Harris.
HARRIS: That’s OK, Atom. Come over here. Let’s talk about nuclear technology. Sit on my lap.
REPORTER: Uh… I’ll just sit right here.
HARRIS: Would you like to know my atomic number…Atom?
REPORTER: Uh. OK.
HARRIS: It’s 69.
REPORTER: Uhhh.
HARRIS: Just kidding… it’s 377-2395.
REPORTER: I, uh…
HARRIS: Write it down, Atom.
REPORTER: I, uh...
HARRIS: Is that a fuel rod in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
REPORTER: Uh. I dunno.
HARRIS: Mmm. It feels like a fuel rod and it’s positively charged.
REPORTER: Uhm. Aren’t you sitting kinda close?
HARRIS: Don’t be shy, Atom. Don’t you want to release your spent fuel into my primary reactor?
REPORTER: Excuse me?
HARRIS: I’ll open my access hatch just for you, Atom.
REPORTER: Um. It’s Adam… with a “d,” Ms. Harris.
HARRIS: Don’t be so formal, Atom Bomb. Call me KittyKat.
REPORTER: “Ms. Harris” is fine.
HARRIS: Atom… do you want to try to find my “hot spot?”
REPORTER: Ew. No, I…
HARRIS: Why don’t you come over to my place, Atom, for some “planned special exposure?”
REPORTER: I have a girlfriend, Ms. Harris.
HARRIS: I’ll let you examine my heat sink.
REPORTER: I don’t even know what that means…
HARRIS: Let’s get “as low as reasonably achievable.”
REPORTER: I really should be going…
HARRIS: Look at my big cooling towers, Atom. Like ’em? They’re new.
REPORTER: Please, Ms. Harris.
HARRIS: I have my own whole body monitor… it’s scintillating…
REPORTER: Isn’t that Zell Miller over there? I’ve been dying to interview him. It couldn’t be any worse than this. (Runs away.)