Shortly before ordering a massive bowl of fried fishparts that I didn't finish but that nearly killed me anyway:
Cute kiwi waitress: Do you know what you would like for dinner?
Me: Uh ... yeah. I think I'll have -
CKW: Oh gosh - where are you from? That is - if you don't mind my asking.
Me: Uh, no. I mean, I'm from San Francisco. California.
CKW (hungrily): Awwww. I just love accents!
Upon being handed my receipt to sign at the Embassy Theatre for a luxury seat ticket to Kingdom of Heaven (after having been strongly cautioned against seeing it by the box office attendant):
Embassy employee: If I could just get your John Hancock, as they say.
EE: Not that I'm anti-American or anything.