Harry: Nice night out?
Ruth: I thought you were some weirdo.
Harry: I may not be your boss anymore, Ruth, but there’s no need to be insulting.
Ruth: How did you know I’d be here?
Harry: A couple of months ago I passed you at the bus stop in the pouring rain… I was being driven home. To my eternal shame and now regret, I didn’t stop.
Ruth: That’s fine, I like the bus.
Spooks 4.09, “The Sting”