— Rhett, don't. I shall faint.
— I want you to faint. This is what you were meant for. None of the fools you've ever know have kissed you like this, have they? Your Charles, or your Frank, or your stupid Ashley.
I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I tie cherry stalks with my tongue.
— What you guys don't understand is... for us, kissing is as important as any part of it.
— Yeah, right.
— You serious?
— Oh, yeah.
— Everything you need to know is in that first kiss.
— Yeah, I think, for us... kissing is pretty much like an opening act. I mean, it's like the stand-up comedian you have to sit through... before Pink Floyd comes out.
— Yeah, and it's not that we don't like the comedian. It's just that that's not why we bought the ticket.