Chaz Montana: Okay, Sally. When you started here, I liked you. Okay? I was actually even thinking of asking you out. But you blew it, baby.
Sally: Did I do something wrong, Chaz?
Chaz Montana: Okay. You know what? The coy little I-just-popped-out-of-an-egg routine might've worked before. But, no. Now I know you are a self-concerned, arrogant, castrating person.
Sally: Ouch.
Chaz Montana: Yeah.
Sally: Chaz, let me make it up to ya. Whaddaya say you and I go out tonight? Just, you know together. We could meet at the pier.
Chaz Montana: What do you have in mind?
Sally: Well, I thought perhaps we could play a little game called... Twister.
Chaz Montana: Oh. Well, then I'd better do some stretches.