Zoe:
Asshole. You have been trying that Jedi mind shit on me since the eighth grade. It doesn't work.
Hutch:
Oh, it works. Tell her, Windows.
Zoe:
He's been geeking out with Rogue Leader all morning. Nothing can tear him away.
[lifts her sweater, exposing her breasts to Windows who is on the Internet on his laptop, not looking up]
Zoe:
Ah, I love the feeling of fresh air on my naked breasts.
Hutch:
Oh, ho-ho!
Zoe:
See that? Man's immune to sweater yams.
Hutch:
What about me? I like sweater yams!
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