Dina: Like at night, when you fantasize about me, do you think of a specific incident of us having sex, or is it more just picturing me there in the moment?
Garrett: Please stop.
Dina: All right. If you're not obsessed with me, then I guess you won't care if I ask McLovin over there to dance.
Garrett: Be my guest.
Dina: Okay, I will. Hey, acne. Let's dance.
Teenage Boy: Me? Yeah. Sure. We did ballroom in gym one time.
Dina: Oh, good.