Hutch: Dude. Dude. Come on. [Axl groans] Wake up. We're gonna miss breakfast... [opens shades] or dinner.
Axl: [yawns] Where's my phone?
Hutch: Uh, it...
Axl: Oh, I have a message.
Woman: [on cellphone] Axl, you're so hot. I want to... [static] ...all night long. Oh, hey! You got my favorite oinge shirt all wet!
Hutch: Whoa! Hey, who was that?
Axl: Number's blocked. Who did I talk to last night? W-where did we go?
Hutch: Uh, we started at a frat party, then the dorm party, then some kind of guitar circle with a bearded dude. Hey, I know who it could be. You were dancing with fourth floor hottie last night.
Axl: Really? Nice job, me.
Hutch: It was going pretty well until you caught your reflection in the mirror, and then you started dancing with yourself.
Axl: Weird.
Hutch: You were doing, like, a two-step. [snapping fingers] Oh! Got the hips. You're like...