Brianna: Can I ask you something?
Roger: Yes.
Brianna: Was it alright? Did I do it right?
Roger: Oh God. [laughs]
Brianna: It was alright then.
Roger: Oh Christ. What could possibly make you think otherwise?
Brianna: Well, you didn't say anything. You just lay there like someone had hit you over the head. I thought maybe you were disappointed.
Roger: Oh, no. God no. Behavin' as if you've had your spinal column removed is dead indication of male satisfaction.