Amy: Okay, that's enough. Look, can you please just not tell anyone?
Dina: Hey, like I said, you can count on me. And if you want to sell the lie, I will sell this lie hard. [slurping]
Amy: What... what... what... what are you doing?
Dina: I'm trying to work up enough saliva so that we can do a spit handshake. It's just, I've got such drymouth. I think it's the pregnancy.
Amy: Oh, don't worry about it. We're good.
Dina: No, no, no, no. Just give me a second. I'll get there.
Amy: Oh, God, okay. No, Dina, really, I'm good. I trust you.
Dina: Well, now I'm like a sprinkler. It won't stop coming out.