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Cohen! [Smack!]

Hey! [WTF face here.] What was that for?

For thinking about fangirls! Hello, you have me! The real deal?

No. [A beat, heart rate returning to normal. Bruise forming.] No, Summer, I -- wasn't thinking about fangirls or fangirls and me. Just fangirls in general for emo Superman because he may be hipster but he is emo. Emo, Summer!

I'm going to make you emo, Cohen, if you keep thinking about fangirls and you. Because you totally are.

I'm not emo. Do you see any guy-liner? [A beat.] Non-animal tested of course.

I mean you're totally thinking about getting in fangirls' pants.

I'm not. I'm really not. I have my own pants.

Yeah and they are skinny and assless.

...I don't think I own assless pants. I would know, my ass would be colder than it usually is - which it isn't.

I meant you have no ass for the pants.

...I have an ass! [And yep, he's checking himself out in the mirror.]

Cohen, you're assless. It's one of your many... charms.

...That sounds like a backhanded insult. [Gives up on the ass argument, however.] It...might be flatter then some.

I like you assless. [With that tone of voice she should be squeezing your cheeks Cohen]

Now I feel like you're patronizing me.

Huh? Cohen, I'm saying I like your ass the way it is.

In that, 'oh you're so adorable, I just wanna' eat you up' tone.

Seth, I'm going say something in that 'I'm going to kick your ass' tone in a second.

Warn me beforehand? I'd like to not be here when you do. Plus, I need to pick up dinner.

What are we eating?

Whadya' feel like? [He might've just been planning on picking up Pavo Guapo.]

Whatever is good.

Macho Nachos it is!

I want extra guac!