Jess: Nick, um, uh, I need out of the bet. Yeah. No, seriously, 'cause, um, he's coming out of the bathroom soon, and, um, he's actually... He's the worst.
Nick: So the date's not going well.
Jess: I know what you're thinking. It's not 'cause of the thing. First of all, he's a street artist. Second of all... he called a scotch on the rocks a sko ro.
Nick: Ooh, that hurts.
Jess: I can't date him for a month... like, I can't even spend, like, five minutes with him.
Nick: Right. I get it.
Jess: So you have to let me out of the bet, please.
Nick: You're saying a lot of words, but all I'm hearing is, "he's too small."
Jess: No. It's not because of that. He has a... He has a tattoo that just says "Warrior Poet."
Nick: Sounds to me like you're being pretty shallow, Jess.
Jess: No. He tipped the waiter with a sketch of a hip-hop mouse.