(RUSTLING)
HE WAS BEING FROZEN AS HE SAID IT.
GIVE ME THE NEXT ONE.
- WHO'S THIS?
- THAT'S PETE.
LOVE, LOVE.
"I'VE BEEN TO THE ARCTIC. EVERYONE'S
PLAYING TRUMPETS AND DANCING."
- NO, I LOVE YOU.
- NO, YOU DON'T.
FINISHING GEL?
IF HE EVEN GOES NEAR MY HAIR, I'LL KILL HIM.
- NO.
- NO?
- WHERE'S THE COW?
- SHUT UP!
# CHARLIE
HI, LANCE. I'VE CONSIDERED THE OFER.
I'M AFRAID I'M GOING TO HAVE TO TURN YOU DOWN.
OUT OF GRIEF MORE THAN ANYTHING.
I DON'T KNOW. WHAT DO YOU THINK?
WE DON'T OFTEN GET A LITTLE CUTE, NUBILE
PRINCESS LIKE THAT AROUND HERE.
OH, NO WAY. I NEED THIS ROOM TONIGHT.
A LOT OF BAD THINGS
CAN HAPPEN TO A BOY LIKE YOU.
OH. WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO, THEN?
# FUTURE SAILORS
WHAT?
# BLUE LIKE A BARNACLE
SITTIN' IN A TIGHT PLACE
WELL, CAN HE DO THIS?
# EELS, GIVE IT UP NOW
THE BRAIN!
-COULD YOU LEARN TO LOVE ME?
-NO, I COULDN'T. I DON'T LOVE YOU.