J.D.: [v.o.] Kylie wanted to take things slowly. So, 17 dates in, I was basically embroiled in the world's longest make-out session.
Kylie: Too much kissing?
J.D.: No, no. Come on, I still have a little saliva left.
J.D.: [v.o.] As I felt the onslaught of what can only be described as a vicious tongue cramp, I decided it was time to let Kylie see my favorite dance. The "For God's sake, invite me to stay over" dance. And we all know where that ends. The dance begins with a subtle hint.
J.D.: I am so pooped.
J.D.: [v.o.] Step 2: Sashay her into sympathy.
J.D.: It's chilly out there.
Kylie: It is cold.
J.D.: [v.o.] Finally, sweep her off her feet with your vulnerable cuteness.
J.D.: You know what I call this weather? Snuggle weather.
J.D.: [v.o.] Tip the band leader and fluff up the pillows, because this dance is done.
Kylie: You should go.
[fantasy:]
Teddy Bear: Yeah, hit the bricks, bitch. You got no game.