Kevin: [inner monologue] Where do I look? I mean, I can't look at her chest. Damn it! I just did. Maybe Robin didn't notice.
Robin: [inner monologue] Man, he's really up in those jugs. [out loud] Shake it, baby!
Kevin: A playa's gotta play! [inner monologue] This is weird. I'll just look her in the eyes.
Robin: [inner monologue] Is he falling in love with this stripper?
Kevin: [inner monologue] Quick, do something cool.
Robin: Make it rain, son!
Kevin: Money ain't no thang! [inner monologue] Damn it, there was a 20 in there.