Narrator: Buster was distraught, and made some foolish mistakes.
Buster: Hey, Lupe.
Lupe: Buster.
Narrator: Like this.
Lupe: Are you going to be all right? You want me to stay? I was planning to visit with my family.
Buster: No, and just watch. Mother is going to come waltzing through that door any day now, and she is going to be screaming, "Make sure you frisk that girl before..." I'll be fine. [searches Lupe's bag as he hugs her]
Lupe: That's my perfume.