|Oh, Joe, you're so funny!|
|And so charming.|
|Really, I'm blushing.|
|*Deep voice* Would you like to dance, Hillary?|
|You're such a great dancer, Joe.|
|Even our umbrellas have chemistry.|
|If I could just touch those beautiful lips.|
|Oh yeah? Prove it big boy.|
|I am not that kind of girl! *hand on hip*|
|I said "no," Joe.|
I didn't mean anything by it, Hill!
I'll have you know...
|Oh, what am I saying? I can't fight it. I have to run my fingers through your soft, silvery hair.|
|H: Oh no, a camera! We were just...uh...rehearsing! Yeah, that's it! Rehearsing! For a play!|
|J: You're going to email me those later, right?|