"What?!"
"What?"
"Well, first of all, Robert, that is quite possibly the worst chat-up line I that have ever heard! And in any case, --"
"Come on, I should get points for style, if nothing else!"
"Why, because you iced up your hand and did this to my shirt?"
"I did it to my shirt too!"
"Well, yes, but--"
"And at least icing up my hand is more original than dipping my finger in my drink to get our clothes 'wet'!"
"Very well, I'll allow that, and the fact that the delivery didn't involve you getting watered down Coke--"
"Watered down vodka and Diet Coke, thank you very much."
"--watered down vodka and Diet Coke on my shirt is probably the only reason why--"
"It's a very nice shirt. It really suits you, J-P."
"I know. Thank you. But, ah … What was I saying?"
"You were praising my ingenious delivery of what might otherwise have been an excruciatingly cheesy chat-up line."
"I might have been, indirectly, but that is your fault entirely, by insisting on getting points for style, when what I really wanted to say was--"
"What?"
"Robert Drake, stop interrupting--"
"Yes, Monsieur Beaubier?"
"Stop interrupting me!"
"Okay."
"Crisse! Stop interrupting me! And stop pretending to flirt with me! And don't use chat-up lines like that – cheesy, or otherwise, Drake – when you have no intention of following through. I do not appreciate it, and --"
"Okay, now I'm going to interrupt--"
"Saint-ciboire de tabarnac, Robert, you--"
"No, J-P, I'm interrupting you, and you're not going to interrupt me. Okay? Good. Right, what makes you think I'm only pretending to flirt with you? Or that I don't mean it?"
"Robert, you're straight!"
"Really? I guess I never got that memo."
"You really do not take anything seriously, do you?
"What? No! I didn't mean to sound so flip, I couldn't help it, I just--"
"Goodnight Robert. I'll see you back at the Institute."
"J-P, wait, I--"
"--I am a total screw up."
Fin