Planet 512009

Lem:
So um... Eckle, do you think your sister's home?

Eckle:
Why?

Lem:
I thought, maybe... I thought I might tell her I got the job.

Eckle:
Why?

Lem:
Forget it. You tell her for me. Okay?

Eckle:
Okay, but every time you tell me to tell her something, she asks why don't you tell her yourself?

Lem:
What?

Eckle:
And then my mom says because you like her, and she says that "oh, that is so cute!" Why don't you ask her out already? She's been waiting for you to ask her out ever since we moved next door to you.

Lem:
She-- She has? The girl of my dreams likes me? This is the best day of my life.

Eckle:
Yeah, we've got to see that kid throw up.