I'm sure what it was. It was a long time ago now. You wouldn't have soda, would you?

[He tries not to seem highly uncomfortable with the arm wrapped around his shoulder and the suggestions put in words, but he stiffs up despite his better attempt anyway.] I mean it, though.

A lot of reasons. Like not knowing what we have in common. I don't think I like, um, how they're comfortable in this environment. I mean, it's not the worst place I've seen. It's just not my thing.

Maybe I'm just dull...

Maybe this isn't the place I wanna meet a girl. [he amends.]