Hit her with #9, dude! Hit her with #9.

- God, this girl must have a really great boyfriend, if she's not responding to Sexy Stare #7...

- What?  Let me see—ohh.  We better congratulate her.

- Probably a saint or descended from royalty or somethin,' the head of Security for the Beverly Hilton or Kobe.

- I wouldn't doubt if it's a real life saint.

- No doubt.

- Hit her with #9, dude! Hit her with #9.

- All right—

- Watch out, let him pass.

- What about this one?

- Nah, she's compensating.

- All right.

- You're good.  Don't use both eyebrows this time.

- Okay.

- Ohh!  She's newly married!  

- They got both names on the lease and everything.

- See if you can make her reconsider it while her feet are in the water.

- What about the lease?

- I don't know—she'll think of something.

- All right, all right.  Shut up; I gotta concen—

- Watch the upper lip—

- I got nerve—

- Watch it!  You're swerving—

- It was a twitch!

- You're good.  Wait—

- What?

- Which one you gonna hit her with, 11 or 13?

- I'm gonna tilt 13 into 11—I mean, 11 into 13.

- The second one, definitely.  Hit her with the second one.

- Stop biting your nails; it's not gonna work if she thinks we're going to eat her.

- Yea.

- Wait.

- Huh?

- What if she thinks the best man...or the best man is going to...eat her?

- Huh?  Aw, man!  Now you're up in 26 terra—I told you we needed to clean up 23 through... She's gone.  Pull over, pull over.

- Fuckin' hesitation is like crumpled paper.

- You said it... Can you reach?

- Yea, I got it.

- Let's spread the notes out on the trunk.  

- So you can get run over while you're pacing?

- Come on man, I gotta see it all on a spread.  We're not going to be staring into each other's laps.

- All right.

- We gotta hammer out 23 through 6 before we get on the road again.  I don't want to end up having accidentally met a mother figure.

- Yea.

- All right, let's run through the basics.

- Stretch out—right.

- Hit me a 4!