Coach: So I'm finally e-mailing that girl, May.
Winston: Nice.
Coach: Here's what I got so far. "Dear May. Lay down on me."
Winston: Well, th-then what?
Nick: You met this woman weeks ago, I can't believe you haven't e-mailed her. Just text her.
Coach: If I had her number, I would text her. She gave me her e-mail. And now I have to write how I feel. Which is weird, it's like... I-I like her. Much.
Winston: You like her much?
Coach: All right. "Girl, it's warm today. Yesterday was warm, too. Yeah." Yeah, I'm gonna write, "Yeah."
Winston: You're happy about this?