Converse.

Driver: Where yah headed?
Calvin: The police station. Do you know where that is?
Driver: 'Course I do.
Driver: Youdda guy I took to a crime scene the other night, right?
Calvin: I believe so.
Driver: How'd it go?
Calvin: It went as I expected it would. I was assigned to a murder case.
Driver: Who took the bullet?
Calvin: There was no bullet involved.
Driver: Metaphysically, I mean.
Calvin: Metaphorically, a girl named Victoria "took the bullet".
Driver: You know her last name?
Calvin: Yes.
Driver: Is that confidential?
Calvin: Not explicitly, but it is better practice to keep her identity to those who need to know it for now.
Driver: Fair enough. You know who did it?
Calvin: No, that is why I am going to the station.
Driver: True, true. Who you think did it?
Calvin: I do not have enough information to accuse any one person yet. I was just assigned to the case two days ago, and I wasn't allowed to work yesterday.
Driver: There's the station. That'll be $8.36. Good talkin' to yah again, uh... What's your name?
Calvin: Calvin Moore.
Driver: The name is Marty. Maybe we'll meet again.
Calvin: Maybe.