Now, we have to teach you flirting. I know how to flirt. You know how to flirt. "Oh, my...

Mike Chadway: Now, we have to teach you flirting. Abby Richter: I know how to flirt. Mike Chadway: You know how to flirt. "Oh, my name's Abby and I love reading Tolstoy. I also love cats, gardening, and romantic picnics." I don't think so. Abby Richter: [grabs Mike's ass, imitating his voice] Hey baby, you wearing any underwear? Mike Chadway: Hey, you know what? I wouldn't say that, and I wouldn't grab ass. Abby Richter: [still imitating him] What's wrong with a little ass grabbing, I mean what's it there for if not for me to grab it? [Mike feigns a groan] Abby Richter: You're just a set of orifices, and a pair of tee-ta's. [she squeezes Mike's ass tightly which makes him jokingly wince in pain] Mike Chadway: And you are a deeply, deeply disturbed person. Abby Richter: [normal voice] Hmm, maybe I'm just a really good student. [Runs her hand down his chest and upper body] Mike Chadway: Would you stop doing that? Abby Richter: Doing what? [still running her finger up and down his body] Mike Chadway: Running your finger down... there... over me. Abby Richter: Why, is it turning you on? Mike Chadway: [forces a laugh as if to say "yeah right"] Maybe. Abby Richter: [seductively] It's weird, I think I kinda like it. Mike Chadway: Really? Abby Richter: [leaning in, her face almost touching his] Sucker. Mike Chadway: [annoyed] I knew it. Okay, no teaching the teacher.