May: You again?
Coach: Yeah, me again. Look, um, I'm sorry about earlier. I just, I-I really didn't plan on-on meeting somebody so great tonight, you know? You messed everything up! 'Cause you're, like, awesome and that sucks because it's like, that's not what I want. And you're pretty, which is a bummer. 'Cause it's like, damn! She fine, but it's like,
at the same time, I'm like, I don't need this in my life. You wear a leather jacket...
May: I'm sorry. I'm just confused. Are you trying to say something nice right now?
Coach: Yes. I am. And I'm terrible at it. Is there any way I could get, I ca... I, um... I could get your number maybe?
May: [writes] [coughs]
Coach: Aw... [laughs] A long number. What the hell is this? Is this your e-mail address?
May: Write a good e-mail, and I'll go out with you.
Coach: What?
May: I'm talking full sentences. I'm talking no typos. No pictures. No pictures.
Coach: God, you are gonna make this really hard for me, huh?
May: Yes. [they kiss]
Coach: You smell good.