Jake: Okay, I can see that logic, but in the interest of keeping you as un-shanked as possible, I think maybe we need a signal in case things go south.
Charles: Ooh, I know. Scratch your butt.
Jake: No, that's no good. What if her butt itches for real?
Amy: I think I can handle it. I've made it through 20 years of adulthood without scratching my butt in public.
Jake: Amy.
Charles: Amy.
Jake: Come on.
Charles: Come on.
Both: Come on.
Amy: All right.
Jake: Never?
Charles: Ames, come on. Come on.