Angela: Hello, Malcolm.
Malcolm: Hi, Angela. I'm glad I caught up to you. I was thinking...
Angela: You want to ask me out, don't you?
Malcolm: Well, I was planning to mutter and stumble around for a few minutes first, but yes. You want to go to the Spring Dance?
Angela: Let me save you the trouble. You don't want to go out with me because, before you do go out with me, my family would have to approve, which they won't do without giving you a gigantic third degree. So why don't you just give up now, and let me get on with dying alone.
Malcolm: You're worried about your family? That's not going to bother me.
Angela: Oh, yeah? My family is unbelievably intrusive, overbearing, controlling and humiliating.
Malcolm: You are talking to the right guy.