Jodi: I was running late and I didn't have a chance to drop off my stuff before I came over.
Jerry: Ah, no problem. That's fine.
Jodi: What's with this music?
Jerry: That's new age music. Sounds of the forest. I find it soothing. Hey, look at this! What do you know? A massage table. This is great. [starts to set up the table]
Jodi: What are you doing?
Jerry: Just checking it out. Look at how this thing is made. Can I tell you something? That's a hell of a piece of equipment.
Jodi: Actually, I should get a new one.
Jerry: Nonsense. This one's fine. [sits on the table]
Jodi: So, where do you wanna go? [puts her hand on Jerry's shoulder]
Jerry: Go? Why go anywhere? [Jerry places his hand over hers. She starts to massage his shoulders] Ah, that feels good. Yeah. That's, uh... That's good. [Jerry keeps hold of her hands and lays down on the table] Yeah, that's nice. That's very nice.
Jodi: No. No, this isn't good. I can't do this. [pulls away]
Jerry: Why? Why, what's wrong?
Jodi: I can't.
Jerry: No. Yes you can. [pulls her back]
Jodi: No, I can't! [pulls away again]
Jerry: Come on! I know it's something you wanna do.