"Three, six, nine, damn she fine?"

"It means attractive, Quistis. "

"I understand that, but why did he feel the need to count? And this: To the window? To the...wall? Oh, I don't think I like this one. "

"Because of the sweaty balls line?"

"No, actually I think that's rather clever. It's perverted, but given that most people visit clubs to engage in sexual relations with members of the opposite sex, I think it's appropriate, in its own way. Had he mentioned this in a song about a lesbian club, then I would have considered it lewd."

"Oh. Then why don't you like it?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Okay?"

"Yes, why does he keep saying that? Also, what does he mean by I done come to the club 'bout fifty 'leven times."

"It's not a real number. Don't panic."

"I know all about imaginary numbers, but I don't think he means that at all."

"He's saying he's been there a lot before. Context, Quistis. Context."

"And he's never meet this young lady on previous visits?"

"Apparently not."

"Given that he seems so taken with her appearance, you'd think he would remember seeing her. Is she a frequent patron of this particular club?"

"I have no idea."

"Skeet? What's skeet?"

"Uh...well. It's...um. It burns if it hits you in the eye, and that's all I'm saying about it."

"But..."

"That's all I'm saying about it."

"Shorty crunk, so fresh, so clean. Okay. What is shorty crunk and why is it imperative that it be both fresh and clean?"

"Quistis, what kind of music do you normally listen to? I really feel that I need to know before we continue this conversation, as you're starting to frighten me."

"Oh, I adore a lovely violin solo, but it's tremendously fun if you get a playful quartet and they start to...

"Oh god. I was afraid of that. Okay. Let's start from the beginning. See, Shorty means..."

"Wait. What's this next line? But you got to twerk a little harder than that? Twerk?"

"That thing Zell does when he's drunk, like he did at that bar on my birthday and the manager threw him out. That's twerking."

"But Zell earned a lot of money that night. He seemed to be working very hard. I'd go so far to say that hard work is inherent in the act itself, so why must one twerk harder? It seems rather redundant. And why this constant insistence that these women bend low and touch their toes? Is this a dance club or is this aerobics?"

"Well, if you're dancing hard enough, I suppose it counts as aerobics."

"What if you just start exercising instead of dancing?"

"I will pay you if you never do that in any club."

"Is it considered rude?"

"It's considered lame, hon. Very lame. Don't ever do it."

"I doubt they have the proper equipment anyway."

"Er...right. Shameful places, all of 'em."

"And there he goes with the skeeting again. Why is he constantly skeeting?"

"I bet he wishes he was constantly skeeting..."

"Is this innuendo?"

"Not really. He's being pretty blunt, really."

"Oh...OH! I get it! He's saying...hm. Well, that's classless of him. Doesn't he realize that he'd get much better results with his young lady if he offered to make her skeet instead? And then she would likely be more inclined to make him skeet multiple times, thus increasing the potential for a future rendezvous? And have they considered birth control?"

"Uh...what? Wait. Is this how you think about every song you hear?"

"Not all of them. Usually it only happens when they have lyrics."

"Mother of god..."

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason."

"Any word from Selphie?"

"No, not yet. Though if she doesn't get here soon, I'm going to fix this car myself."

"Do you know anything about engines?"

"No, but I'm going to learn. Quickly."