Brick: Hey, beautiful. You're a real hot lady. You make me feel... stuff. Are you hungry? Perhaps my parents can buy you a sandwich. And if we wait a half an hour, we can go swimming. But we'll have to stay in the shallow end. If I can't feel the bottom, I'll panic.
Sarah: No, thanks. I'm good.
Brick: Don't sell yourself short, toots. You're way better than good.
Axl: Oh, hey, is this guy bothering you?
Sarah: Actually, yeah, he is.
Axl: Okay, buddy, hit the bricks. Let the lady read her book.
Brick: Fine. I read that book anyway. The banker's the killer.
Axl: Oh. Pbht. Sorry about that. Jerks like him give us all a bad name.
Sarah: Well, thank you. I'm Sarah.
Axl: Axl. So, you like books?
Sarah: Yeah. I did until he ruined the ending.