Sleep. I'd rather sleep.

[Doug is carrying Kate's flowers and walking her back to her room. The long program is the next day] Doug:
Man, this overnight thing is brutal. Why can't it be a double header, you know? Short program, long program. Same night, boom, we're outta here, you know what I mean? Kate:
Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. Doug:
It's like 'Enough already!' It's like... what's the word? Uh, y-you know what word I'm looking for? Wh-You know what I mean? Kate:
[trying to open her door]
I don't know, uhhh, expectation? Doug:
No, no, when you, uh... Kate:
Anticipation? Excitement? Doug:
Foreplay! Kate:
[looks up in shock, stunned]
Foreplay? Doug:
Yeah, you know, like foreplay. Kate:
Yeah, I know what it means. Doug:
Well, wouldn't you rather just get right to it? Kate:
What? Doug:
Skating. Long program. [Kate stares, wide-eyed] Doug:
Chicago? Nationals? [holds up her bouquet] Doug:
Flowers? Kate:
[still stunned, takes her flowers]
Sleep. I'd rather sleep. [She goes into her room, leaving Doug very confused outside]