Abe: Introducing Rachel Marr.
Rachel: Smooth. I can tell you've done this before
A. Hey, you're the one with all the press experience. Show me how it's done.
Rachel *clears throat* You've heard about him in the pages of Archaeological Digest. You've read his extraordinary treatise on the demise of the Mayans...
A: The Mayans? I've never...
Rachel: *quietly* Just go with it. And you've seen him covered in dust on the local news. His face is everywhere - and what a handsome face it is - please welcome Abraham Osiensky.
A: You think I'm handsome?
R: Sure. Now you go.
A: Uh...Introducing Rachel Marr, the girl who has it all: beauty, brains and a phenomenal acting ability that's propelled her to fame most people only dream about. She can speak four languages...
R: It's more like, three, but we'll go with that.
A: And she's richer than God. But underneath all that glam is a really nice person. I should know - she just saved my neck in a major way.
R: Aw. You're so sweet, Abe. *pinches his cheek*
A: *jerks away* That's why it's easy to overlook her shortcomings.
R: Shortcomings? Like what?
A: You're scared of bats. And you drive like you've escaped from a mental institution.
R: Just because I don't like sitting in bat poo doesn't mean I'm scared of them. You're the real the chicken here, buddy. *flaps arms like chicken wings* Brock!
A: Oh shut up.