Bryce: Don't you want to hear the rest of my research?
Sally: Ooh, I'm dying to. But you know what? This chair isn't very comfortable. I wanna sit where you're sitting. Oh! No, no, no. Don't get up. [sits on Bryce's lap] Okay. What'cha got?
Bryce: Well, uh-- uh-- traffic lights? Green means go.
Sally: [screams] You cracked the code. Let's celebrate. [leans into kiss Bryce] Oh. [yelps, squeals]
Bryce: You know, if we're through working tonight, I think I'm gonna turn in.
Sally: Oh, no. We're not through, Bryce. You come back here, and you finish what you started.
Bryce: I'm beginning to wonder if you care about traffic lights at all!