Byron: What do you really think of me?
Valerie: Uh, yeah, I think we've done enough of that.
Byron: Oh, come on, just... I'm ready for it. Just lay it on me.
Valerie: Uh, you're a little entitled, not uncommon for someone of your age. Physique... you maybe confuse having style with having a sense of self, and your hair is just, um... yeah. Well, you're very pretty, and uh, you're wonderful in bed. And my car is here.