“You’ll stay with me, Baby?” His smile widens at my question, and he throws his arms out wide. “Yeah, Johnny. ’Cause I’ve…haaad—” “Oh boy.” “—the time of my—” “Are we really doing this?” “—li-i-ife, and I—” “Dude,” some guy says, stopping beside us. “Are you doing Dirty—” “Dirty Dancing, dude, fuck yeah!” Brad says, holding out his hand. The guy slaps his palm. “Good movie.”
