Lisa: Isn't it nice up here? What are you thinking, Nelson?
Nelson: Am I thinking about what?
Lisa: About anything.
Nelson: Nothin'.
Lisa: [growls] How do you feel? What's inside you right now?
Nelson: Guts... and black stuff... and about fifty Slim Jims.
Lisa: Come on, Nelson! You must think and feel things. I mean, look
at where we are: a rolling, green hillside, the stars coming out
like God is lighting a million tiny candles, the moon looking
down on us as if to say...
[Lisa turns to Nelson, who suddenly kisses her]
Lisa: [thinking] My first kiss! I always wondered what it would be
like!
Nelson: This oughtta shut her up.
-- By any means necessary, "Lisa's Date With Density"
