Alvin: Hey, babe?
Slade: Hmm?
Alvin: I've got a question.
Slade: What is it?
Alvin: Say we've never met...
Slade: Okay? *listens curiously*
Alvin: And I somehow fell done... maybe I tripped or maybe someone pushed me...
Slade: *keeps listening*
Alvin: An idiot would walk by, a gentleman would help me up, but a real man would lay down with me...
Slade: *looks at him*
Alvin: ...which man would you be?
