"Man, we're never gonna get dates."
"Lincoln, I thought you liked Ronnie Anne."
"I do, but there's a two-for-one deal at the arcade tonight, and there's no way I'm missing it."
"Hey, guys. Have you seen Lincoln?"
"Did Ronnie Anne ask you to the Sadie Hawkins Dance?"
"Well, actually, Ronnie Anne didn't even ask me."
"Oh, you know, I'll get through it somehow."
"Mom, I'm going to the arcade with Clyde! I'll see you later!"
"Guess what, bro? I hooked ya up with a date for the dance!"
"Hey, so did I!"
"So did I."
"Me too!"
"You guys, I wasn't bummed out! I didn't want her to ask me because I wanted to go to the arcade tonight."
"Then why didn't you say so, ya yutz?"
"Well, you're going to the dance now, dude, 'cause my friend'll be wicked bummed if you flake on her!"
"That's not our problem, dude."
"You dug your own grave, Lincoln."
"Now you gotta lie in it."
"Lucky."
Mrs. Johnson shaking her booty.
And bumping Lincoln with it.
"All right, party people, I wanna see you on the dance floor!"
"I love turning it up to 11!"
"Unrequited love. Am I right?"
"Guess it's time to come clean."
"Ronnie Anne, I'm really sorry. I know I hurt your feelings. I should have just let you ask me to the dance."
"What are you talking about?"
"Isn't that why you were looking for me today?"
"To ask you to a lame dance? No. I wanted to invite you to the arcade. There's a two-for-one deal tonight. Since I couldn't find you, I just came here."
"To be honest, if I thought you were gonna ask me to the dance tonight, I would have ducked you, too."
"So, we're cool?"
"We're cool."
