Hallie: Come on, I want you to meet Daddy.
Duncan: You mean the President?.. Of our country?
Duncan: I'll pick you up at seven. Where do you live?
Hallie: Oh, 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. It's a big white house, you can't miss it.
Duncan: Hallie, uh, why didn't you tell me you were the President's daughter.
Hallie: Oh that must've slipped my mind.