Zoey: *suddenly launches herself onto Rumiās lap* Hey, there, pretty lady.
Rumi, easily catching her: Hi.
Zoey: You come here often?
Rumi: I do, believe it or not.
Zoey: Wow, a swanky place like this?
(They are in their penthouse)
Rumi: Are you saying this place is too good for me?
Zoey: No, Iām saying youāre too good for this place.
Rumi: Well, well. You sure know how to make a girl swoon.
Zoey: Iāve been told that before.
Rumi: Oh, yeah? You got a girlfriend, cutie pie?
Zoey: Cutie pie? Thatās a bit forward, isnāt it?
Rumi: Only if I havenāt already swept you off your feet.
Rumi: Now, you havenāt answered my question. Do you have a girlfriend?
Zoey: I do. How about you?
Mira, whose lap Rumi has been sitting on the whole time: Yeah, and can said girlfriend get in on this or are you two dorks just gonna keep this routine up?
Rumi: Are you seeing this?
Zoey: Wow, another pretty lady!
Rumi: I think I hit the jackpot tonight!
Zoey: No, I think I hit the jackpot tonight!
Mira, absolutely, devastatingly in love with both of them: I canāt stand you two.