" He waved to me to be quiet, as if I were annoying background noise. " Look, whatever your name is..." Benvolio Montague." Right. Look, Benvolio, why don't we go outside and get a taxi? My label has a New York office. We can go there and get you a money order or something." He smile, thinking himself clever. " Come on, what do you say?" Benvolio raised an eyebrow. " I am begining to believe that you are insane. "