i'm sorry, i really can't go with you. i'm holding out for someone else.
i know it's a long shot, but i figure paul finch might ask me.
oh gosh, i forgot -- you uh, you look okay. i mean you can't even tell.
he's still embarrassed because finch kicked his ass. knocked out a tooth, but you can't see it.
you know it's just gonna be some crappy band and stupid decorations.
no, i don't want a date.  finch is going stag. and so am i. the guy is like so. debonair.