Rebecca: Do you find me cold?
Norm: You? Cold? No. No, I wouldn't say cold. Coolish. In the brisk area, but, uh... Why? Who, uh who says you're cold?
Rebecca: Everyone.
Norm: Oh. Well, I don't think you're cold.
Rebecca: Really?
Norm: Yeah. I always meant to tell you that, but I didn't feel as though I could approach you.
Rebecca: Thank you, Norm.