*nodding in sage agreement* 'Course she's hot. Like fire. *clucks her tongue* I totally would. You know, if she wasn't little Pete and yours. It'd be weird.
But anyway. *closes her door and starts up the car* Nope, the plan is to get you back to mine, where you will mainline coffee and Think About What You've Done. Or some shit like that. *adds kindly* We'll watch the tapes, 'kay? Nothing fixes your brain like high-speed chases, explosions, and topless chicks. Which one's Decadence?