Oliver: So, what's Bon Jovi do?
Emily: Who?
Oliver: The boyfriend.
Emily: Ex-boyfriend.
Oliver: Yeah, I noticed that. So, what happened there?
Emily: What, are we friends now?
Oliver: I'd say we're a little bit more than friends. Bon Jovi got a big record contract or something?
Emily: His name is not Bon Jovi. He plays guitar.
Oliver: Everyone plays guitar.
Emily: You play guitar?
Oliver: No.
Emily: Strike two.
Oliver: Strike two? What was strike one?
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Oliver: You know, stuff like that isn't even funny. You only get one chance to make a first impression.
Emily: What do you care what my dad thinks?
Oliver: What if we hit it off, become a thing or something? What was that?
Emily: You and I would never become a thing.
Oliver: OK, you really think pretty highly of yourself, don't you?
Emily: First of all, why would I get mixed up with a guy who I know firsthand will jump into an airplane bathroom with the first girl that comes a -knocking?
Oliver: That was with you! You don't wanna get mixed up with me because I slept with you?
Emily: Second of all, you're not even close to being my type.
Oliver: Well, I'm not looking for a girlfriend anyway, so . . .
Emily: And thirdly, it turns out you might me gay.
Oliver: I mean I want a girlfriend. Whatever. Just first things first, you know?
Emily: What things?
Oliver: I don't know. Make a plan and get all my ducks in line.
Emily: You mean ducks in a row?
Oliver: Yes, I mean ducks in a row.
Emily: Well, what ducks are those?
Oliver: Like the normal kinda ducks. Like, job, career, house, future.