Jane: Don't you think that's a little weird? Don't you think that's weird, Mateo?
Michael: That you came home drunk at 7pm? Yes.
Jane: That he's like... hitting on her in front of me.
Michael: I mean, not really. She's definitely his type.
Jane: What does that mean?
Michael: Hot... like you.
Jane: You think she's hot?
Michael: I think you're hot.
Narrator: Turn it around, man.
Michael: Why are you acting all jealous?
Jane: I'm not jealous.
Michael: You love her. You think she's great. So what if he does too?
Jane: If he does too, that's great.
Michael: Great.
Jane: Great.