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Walker: You seemed like you wanted to be out of your head.

Iris: I did. Nothing about you is tacky. Assuming you're not about to send a dick pic.

Walker: Only if you ask nicely.

Iris: Would you really?

Walker: Don't know. I never have. I don't really think about shit that way. I take things as they come.

Iris: Maybe later.

Walker: Iris, you have to stop toying with my ego.

Iris: Do I?

Walker: Yeah.

Iris: Or?

Walker: Or you'll hurt my feelings.

Iris: That's it?

Walker: What's worse?

Iris: You don't seem like the type who bruises easily.

Walker: Hmm.

Iris: I'm doing it again, aren't I?

Walker: If the… what the hell defines a shrink?

Iris: A "Hmmm, interesting, tell me more," a couch, and a box of tissues?

Walker: That's quite the stereotype.

Iris: That's what you're looking for.

Walker: You go to therapy?

Iris: You really don't have game.

Walker: Shit? I'm not supposed to ask babes about therapy either?

Iris: I'm pretty sure that's a hard no.

Walker: Damn. You're blowing my mind.

Iris: Am I?

Walker: No. But you… well, I have enough game to know babes don't like the words "blow job."

Iris: We don't.

Walker: Why is that?

Iris: It isn't sexy.

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