Don't get Sartred with him. Existentialists are know for whispering "Hegel! Don't I know you from somewhere?" to young ladies, but you'll find yourself paddling your own Camus before you know it, full of beans and nuttyness. Inside, find a nice Aussie boy, walk up to him, and say, "Heidigger! Want to foster a closer relationship, or are you a Miss of Sissy, Foo?" It won't be long before you will no longer be The Stranger.

(Not sorry at all, really.)