Blane: Let’s go upstairs, huh? Come on.
Andie: I didn’t come here to get you off. That was not my idea.
Blane: That’s not what I meant. I haven’t even tried to kiss you, have I? Look, it’s quieter up there, OK? Come on. These hands will remain in these pockets, I swear to God. Look at me here. Come on. I’m utterly defenceless. And utterly foolish. Come on.