• Olly: Do you know the language of love?

    Chester: Yeah, it’s like…

    Olly: How’s it go?

    Chester: Sure, “Hey fruity lips… come on, come on home with me sugar butt.”

    Olly: Sugar Butt?

    Chester: Yeah.

    Olly: You called a girl “Sugar Butt”?

    Chester: Yeah, and I keep cereal in my pocket, to feed them.