Luke- Um, hey. So, uh...uh... I was wondering if you-- how you were feeling about the, uh--
Grace- What is with these sanctioned mating rituals that make everyone drool over each other like zombies?
Luke- Oh, no. That's actually not what I'm talking-- ok. Um... remember when I asked you about the science fair?
Grace- I already said I'd do that. Why are you getting all sweaty?
Luke- You said to check back with you. I wasn't sure.
Grace- I don't see what the big deal is. It's not like I'm gonna be any help.
Luke- Uh, don't worry about that. I have like a file folder of ideas.
Grace- Whatever. Long as I don't have to wear a dress.
Luke- Me, too. No, not that I would ever wear a dress, but--
Grace- It's ok, man.
Grace- Well, guess what, Galileo? Your assumptions suck, and we'll see you at the dance. Now beat it before I give you a wedgie.
Grace- Must have got caught up in the testosterone.
Luke- I--I don't know. Um, did you want to take off your coat or--
Grace- Cool it, horn dog. I'm not there yet.