No games are ‘cool’.
No bratty high schoolers are cool either.
Are you suggesting a foursome?
Aw, Nate. You scared? Never had one before?
Well I… uh… and you said I take away all of your fun? It’s you who takes mine away.
Maybe I’d let you watch if I can watch you smooching another guy.
The guy wearing the badge.
Oh? So teach me the whole hierarchy then, officer. The guy with the badge trumps the girl with the visions and the compulsion?
Hey at least this way I would be able to watch.
You sound like your friend. This must be where Gaby gets it from. I should lock you two in a cell together.
You must really want us to make out again if you want to lock us up.
Which would make you a criminal. Shall I take out my cuffs now?
Oh, please do.
Don’t judge me. What guy doesn’t like to dream?
You soft? Ha. Let’s see you… you won’t let me drive, you won’t buy me a milkshake and you broke my cardinal rule when it comes to kissing my girlfriend. I’d say you’re damn right cruel.
So, I like being bossy and breaking rules. I’m like the opposite of a cop!
Some gamer nerd thinks I’m bad at videogames? Just because I play games that are cooler than World Of Warcraft. Kids these days.
Italian it is.
As long as there’s breadsticks and cute waiters.
While it’d be nothing short of amazing to marry someone like you, I think I’d prefer a good old fashioned dinner before we jumped to that level.
So, what’ll it be? What kind of food do you like?
Well, I like Italian…
That’s a little fast and I think I’d have some great competition with her. No, really, I was just going to ask you if you’d like to go to dinner or something sometime. You know, get away from the crazy for a night?
No marriage proposal? Darn. I was hoping for one. But I guess I’ll have to settle for dinner then.
I’ll shut up since I prefer the kissing to the talking at the moment.
But, only on the condition that you’ll allow me to ask you something.
Sorry, I think Gabriella wants to marry me too.
Don’t be ridiculous, then. I have my own reasons for not wanting to go on dates. And maybe I’ll tell you why one day.
The one who’s being ridiculous is you. And not only am I your boss, but I’m also much older than you, which means much stronger. Don’t test me. You don’t want to deal with the consequences.
Right, don’t ask a lady about her age. I gotcha.
I’m twenty three, junior.