JANE: (groans) Sam, I don't feel so good. SAM: What's wrong, Jane? JANE: (groans) I'm feeling really dizzy. SAM: Let me get you some water. JANE: (gasps) Wait, no... don't move. SAM: What? JANE: (gasps) Your feet, they stink. SAM: (laughs) What? Jane, are you serious right now? JANE: (gasps) Yes, I'm serious. (coughs) Wait, why am I coughing? SAM: Jane, you're passing out. Stay with me. JANE: (groans) I can't... breathe. SAM: Here, smell my feet. It'll wake you up. JANE: What? No way. SAM: Just do it. Trust me. JANE: (weakly) Okay. (takes a sniff) Ugh, Sam! SAM: (laughs) Attagirl. You're back. JANE: (breathes deeply) Whoa, that worked. Thanks, Sam. SAM: Hey, I'll do anything to keep you conscious, babe. JANE: (smiling) You're such a weirdo. SAM: (laughs) And you love it. JANE: (smiling) Yeah, I do.