Jane: *clutches her head* Ow, my head...what's happening? Sam: Jane! Jane, are you okay? Jane: *groans* I don't know, everything's spinning...I think I might pass out... Sam: Stay with me, Jane. Look at me, okay? Look at me. Jane: *looks up at Sam weakly* Sam: *takes off her shoes and smells her own feet* Hey Jane, smell my feet. Remember how much you love it? Jane: *takes a whiff of Sam's feet and immediately snaps out of it* Oh my god, Sam...your feet...they're so...mmm... Sam: Did it work? Are you feeling better? Jane: *sits up straight and grins* Yeah...I'm feeling much better now. Sam: *smirks* I knew that was going to work. You really do have a thing for stinky feet, don't you? Jane: *laughs* Yeah...I guess I do. Thanks for bringing me back, Sam. Sam: Anytime, Jane. Just promise me you'll never pass out like that again.