Shepard:Everything okay?
Denver:Yes. I’m just tired.
Shepard:And whose fault is that?
Denver:Yours. Definitely yours.
Shepard:I beg to differ.
Shepard:“Oh, Shep! Keep doing that thing with your tongue!”
Shepard:“Yes, yes, YES! Right there, Shep!”
Shepard:“MORE, SHEP!”
Denver:OH MY GOD. ARE YOU FINISHED?!
Denver:And don’t you dare say ALMOST!
Shepard:Then this conversation is over.
Denver:THANK GOD.
Denver:Also…can you maybe do that thing with your tongue again tonight?
Shepard:You hussy.
Shepard:Tomorrow. After our movie date?
Denver:Or before. I mean, whatever floats your boat.
Shepard:Fuck. I wish I could kiss your dirty, sexy mouth right now.
Shepard:And your neck.
Shepard:Those tits too.
Shepard:Fuck it. I’ll kiss all of you. Even your feet.
Denver:See, I knew you were a freak.
Denver:Quit bothering me. I’m trying to dress shop!
Shepard:One more thing…
Denver:No. Go away.
Denver:Fine. What?
Shepard:Never mind. You ruined the moment.
Denver:Tell me.
Shepard:Nah.
Denver:Shep!
Denver:SHEPARD!