"Bo ho ho--!well you accept this final rose?"
"No, you wimpy Ninny--after making out with all those girls."
But you said--bo ho, you loved me?"
"You ninny--I wanted to be runner up."
"Runner up?"
"Yeah--so I could be the next Charlotte and make out with 25 guys."
"Bo Ho--and I had such problem dropping the last ten.
You know I was in love with all of them?"
"Yeah, and I can't immagine the diseases you carry."
"You were going to be the Mother of my child?"
"trust me- with you running all over the country.
I am thinking the Nanny is the mother of your child."
"But--but, how could you?"
"Ah, we'll give it a month and breakup, everyone well fell sorry
and each of us can be the next bachelor and Charlotte"
"Do you think we can pull it off?"
"We faked it pretty good this time."
"No, dear I am not on one of those dating sites."