Allan:
I can't do it. How does it look? I invite her over and then come on like a sex degenerate. What am I, a rapist?
Bogart:
You're getting carried away. You think too much. Just do it.
Allan:
We're platonic friends. I can't spoil that by coming on. She'll slap my face.
Bogart:
Oh, I've had my face slapped plenty of times.
Allan:
Yeah, but your glasses don't go flying across the room.
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