Jenna: How you feeling?
Jerry: Good. My cold's gone, and I've been looking forwards to kissing you, which I'm ready to do now, if you are ready.
[As Jenna moves in to kiss, he once again feels uneasy]
Jenna: What?!
Jerry: Nothing. I just, I uh, I bruised my lip. I was drinking a Celray, and I brought it up too fast and I banged it into my lip, and then I knocked your toothbrush into the toilet and I wasn't able to tell you before you could use it.
Jenna: What?
Jerry: I'm sorry.
Jenna: When were you gonna tell me this?!
Jerry: Obviously never.