Richie: I'm not leaving till you talk to me.
Kat: (under her breath) Oh yes, you are.
(Kat grabs a spray can, opens the door and points it at Richie)
Richie: (mortified) AH!
Kat: That's right. You get outta here or you're gonna get this right in the eyes... I swear I will PAM you!
Richie: But, I...
Kat: Go, go, go... Get the hell out!
(looks at the can of PAM)
Kat: Oh God, I had it pointed towards me!