Randal Graves:
[to Emma]
You became persona non-nookie to me the minute he started diddling your pooter.
Emma:
So thinking of me in terms of being a girl kind of creeps you out, does it?
Randal Graves:
Sweetheart, I don't think of you in terms of being a girl, I don't think of you in any way...
[Emma lifts up her shirt]
Randal Graves:
Oh, that was just *wrong*.
Emma:
If you don't get the fuck out of here so that I can spend some quality time with my man, next I'm gonna show you my pooter.
Randal Graves:
Why would you wanna do something like that?
[Emma unbuckles her belt]
Randal Graves:
Alright, alright, I'm leaving!
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