Trevor: Lick your teeth. You don't want that dry teeth thing where your lips stick and you walk over to her and say, 'Hey, I'm Luther. It would be lovely if we could walk over to a frozen lake and I could lick you all over like a lizard. You're just so lovely the way you work with your hands. I bet you have real firm buttocks and it's all snowy outside and lovely lovely lick lick ila licky licky.
Luther: Okay, maybe you should wait in the car.