Zach: I thought it was clear.
Lane: How, how?
Zach: I cooked. I never cook.
Lane: I don't know that you've never cooked. I've known you, what, two years? This could be a dormant hobby.
Zach: I lit candles.
Lane: I thought you were trying to save on electricity. Very prudent.
Zach: I told you I wanted to have a special evening with you.
Lane: That's a clue?
Zach: I don't say crap like "special evening", Lane. I play guitar.
Lane: Okay!
Zach: But I lined the path to the bedroom door with rose petals? You had to have seen that.
Lane: I thought you tracked them in. You're always stepping in things, Zach.