[Hey. Hey Harry. Guess who looks like the cat that not only got the cream but the entire fucking dairy with all of the little cows and a pimpin', obnoxiously colored Cadillac to drive in?

This girl right here.]

So. On a scale of one to ten, how do I rate on the hotness meter? One being you'd need to be trashed and I'd have to wear a bag over my head and ten being you can barely control your randy urges around me.

[She's not interested in him that way, she just wants to make him uncomfortable.]