Sally: Oh, Don. What are you doing?
Don: What am I doing? I'm- I'm trying to kiss you, Sally.
Sally: Uh-huh. That would explain the lips coming at me.
Don: What's the problem, Sally?
Sally: Problem? What problem?
Don: We've been going together for over two years, Sally, and we've never kissed. Not once.
Sally: We haven't? Are you sure?
Don: Believe me, I've been keeping track. If we had, I'd know. Kiss me, Sally. Kiss me for all the times our lips have been razor close but never met.
Sally: Just like that? I don't know. This is all happening so fast.
Don: Nothing is happening fast, Sally. If this relationship were a snail, it would be mocked by the other, faster snails.