June: (comes in the room from the shower downstairs, looking refreshed) Sorry I threw up on you. And thank you for lending me your clothes.

Dale: (rolls eyes) (actually took a shower first, after a brief screaming and a fist fight) (is changing the bed sheets) You can burn them.

June: (scrunches nose)

Dale: If you're still feeling unwell, maybe you shouldn't go home all by yourself.

June: Are you going to walk me home?

Dale: Why would I walk you home, I hate walking. Just sleep over. You can sleep on the floor.

June: (looks at the floor in disgust) You're more suited on the floor.

Dale: You wanna hightail it home and throw up in a subway?