SCOTT: The car sounded funny. I think I need to change that air filter. It runs a lot better since I worked on the choke though.
ANN: It doesn't matter, because your little car can't help you now. You are in my lair and shall be my love slave.
ANN: I'm supposed to win.
SCOTT: Want a rematch?
ANN: Yes. And this time I'm going to kick your ass.
SCOTT: Well, let's do it right then.
ANN: What do you mean "let's do it right"?
SCOTT: In proper wrestling style. Okay, get on your hands and knees.
ANN: I smell a double cross.
SCOTT: No,no,no. Come on. Then I get like this.
ANN: You are trying to have sex with me.
SCOTT: This is an official wrestling starting position.
ANN: Well that's not what we called it where I went to school.
SCOTT: Do you want a rematch, or do you forfeit?
ANN: I'm no quitter. But I still think you're just trying to cop a feel.
SCOTT: Look, are you ready? Okay, on the count of three. One. Two. Three.
ANN: You suck.
SCOTT: No. I win. (He kisses her.)