Rory: Okay, well, I hate to break up the party, but we should go.
Tristin: Why? Little girl's got to be home?
Dean: Stop!
Tristin: No, I think you two make a very cute couple. Is your horse and buggy parked outside? Gotta get home for the barn raising?
Dean: Let's go. [Dean shoves Tristin as he steps in front of him again] What the hell do you think you're doing?
Tristin: Oh, you will not push me again!
Dean: Are you seriously trying to act tough? You're wearing a tie, for God's sake!
Tristin: Outside, now.
Tristin: I'm not fighting you. It'd be like fighting an accountant. I'll call you when I need my taxes done.
Dean: You don't want to fight me, Tristin!
Tristin: Why not?
Dean: 'Cause I'll kill you, idiot! Come on, Rory. [to Tristin] You will not come near her ever again.