Samantha/Jake: [both in unison] Hi.
Samantha: Hi. What are you doing here?
Jake: I heard you were here.
Samantha: You came here for me?
Jake: Is that okay?
Samantha: Yeah, it’s okay.
Jake: Do you have to go to reception now?
Samantha: I’m supposed to.
Jake: Can I call you later?
Samantha: Sure. . .I mean no.
Jake: No, I can’t call you later?
Samantha: Yeah. . .No, I mean, I’m not going to the reception.
Jake: Oh. Great.
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.