"Ow! Sonny, what the crap is this stuff!"
"It's rubbing alcohol, Chad. Do you want to get the rest of the glue off your face or not?"
"Honestly, I'm just glad my lips didn't stay on the glass," he answered. "Ow! How could you let Zora do this to me?"
"Chad, I had no idea what Zora was planning," she explained as she continued to dab his mouth with a cotton ball. "She's an evil genius. You know that."
He took her hands from his face and put them together in his own. "What I really want to know is how you could think I would really set you up?" he asked in uncharacteristic seriousness.
"I didn't think you set me up," she replied squeakily.
He rolled his eyes and said, "Your voice gets squeaky when you lie. Everyone knows this. Besides, you wouldn't syrup and feather a stranger just to convince your cast mates you don't trust me."
"Chad, you have to admit setting me up with a fake audition is totally something you would do."
"Six months ago maybe," he protested, "but we've been dating for three weeks."
"Sshhh!"
"Sonny, we're at my dad's house. No one is going to hear us."
"Trust me, you never know where Zora could be hiding."
"Oddly enough, I already knew that," he replied in a snarky tone.
She cocked an eyebrow at him and said, "Really, Chad, really?"
He leaned forward and pouted, but Sonny made a repulsed noise and pushed him away.
"Not until I'm sure all the glue is gone," she told him as she lifted the cotton ball again. "No offense, but I don't want to be stuck to your mouth for all eternity."
"Ow!" he complained again. "Could you tell Zora she owes me a Mustang convertible?"
"Nope," Sonny answered quickly. "No matter how long we're together, I'm never doing your dirty work."
"Fine. Ow!"