CADYN: Chris, how would I have seen your shirt in my apartment if it wasn't on your body?
CHRIS: Because i left it here the last time I stayed over.
CADYN: You haven't stayed over here in months.
CHRIS: No, I stayed over last month
CADYN: You did?
CHRIS: Uh... yeah. You don't remember?
CADYN: Obviously not! I mean, I don't mind or anything, but I like having concious memory of when people other than Dylan or myself sleep here.
CHRIS: I can't believe you don't remember that night. We went and had dinner at my mom's restaurant and went on a carraidge ride throught he town afterwards then came back to your place and... oh... wait... that definitely wasn't you...
CADYN: What the hell are you talking about, Chris?!
CHRIS: Nothing. Don't worry about it. Forget I said anything.
CADYN: ... You're horrible, you know that right?
CHRIS: Horrible and out a blue shirt. I liked that shirt too...