“You kissed me way before that.” “What?” “You did. Right before you nearly cracked my ribs.” “Are you fucking insane? That wasn’t a kiss. That was mouth-to-mouth. You weren't breathing.” “Tomato. Tomahhhto.” She exaggerates the difference between the pronunciations, trying to drive her erroneous point home. “You say mouth-to-mouth. I say first base. Let's call a spade a spade.”
