"Baby, what's that on the ceiling?"
"Wha—really, Sar? A picture of a mistletoe? It's just May."
"Shh. The rule applies anytime of the year."
"You are the corniest piece of shit ever."
"You're the most beautiful piece of shit ever."
"..."
"..."
"Wait, how did you reach the ceiling?"
"Did you seriously just fucking interrupt a makeout session to fucking ask that?"
"It's a serious question! How many chairs did you have to stack up to—ow! Baby!"
"You're a bitch and I hate you."