Hot Town

SUMMER: I’ve arrived!
ISAAC: We know.
SUMMER: I want to stand close to you.
ISAAC: No.
SUMMER: I want to get all up on you.
ISAAC: No!
SUMMER: Good googly-moogly, gimme, come here.
ISAAC: Stop it!  You’re making me sweat.
SUMMER: Yuh huh, yuh huh, gimme.
ISAAC: Oh god, your hands are so warm, that is –
SUMMER: Let me touch!
ISAAC: Jesus, that is — that area is off-limits!
SUMMER: Honk honk!
ISAAC: Oh, come on, it’s the morning, it’s the start of the day.
SUMMER: I hate sleeping in.  I feel like I’ve wasted the day.
ISAAC: Well, thank you very much, now I’m a sweaty beast.
SUMMER: I won’t stop until your glasses ride the sweat slide down your nose.
ISAAC: There.  They just did.  You happy?
SUMMER: Now go down into the subway station.  I worked hard on the air down there.  I hope you like it.
ISAAC: I can’t wait.
SUMMER: And wait until you get to hot-as-hell midtown.  Midtown is my pièce de résistance.