him: well, at least we’ll always have paris.
her: you know, that’s kind of cheesy.
him: sometimes i’m like that.
her: well, you’re still gouda ‘nough for me!
him: you’re kind of cheesy.
her: …now you’re supposed to add, ‘maybe i should call you swiss, cause i like your holes.’
him: that kind of stepped over the line from cheesy into revolting.
her: i do that. but you like my holes anyway, right?
him: i like the one you’re talking out of right now.
her: noyce.