Don't be the next White Goodman
White Goodman: We should mate.
Kate Veatch: What?
White Goodman: Date! We should date some time. Socially. Go out and kick it.
[Kate retches, then forces it down]
White Goodman: Are you okay?
Kate Veatch: I'm fine. I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.
White Goodman: In some cultures, they only eat vomit. I never been there, but I read about it... *in a book*.
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Kate Veatch: You fired me so I would date you?
White Goodman: Yuh-huh.
Kate Veatch: You are a crazy little man.