Lana.

[look]

Dude, you've been making puppy eyes at her ever since you met her.

Sam, I'm not yelling at you.

She likes you, you like her. Do I have to friggin' spell it out for you?

[heavy sigh]

Seriously, how did you ever get laid.

Maybe, but it's not like we ever had a whole lot of feelings for each other. We were both really drunk and things just ... happened. It's not like she was my girlfriend or my wife or something.

So you're gonna pass up a hot, great girl who's into you in a bad way, just because she happens to be having my baby. Even though I feel no emotional attachment to her at all beyond friendship, and she's not even remotely interested in me.

Why not?

I didn't fucking throw her away, jackass. And I don't know what we'd tell them. But we'd figure it out when it came to that.

But I know what I'm not gonna do. I'm not gonna sit here and watch you and Lana do the whole admire from afar thing for the rest of our lives, because not only is it as annoying as hell coming from you, it's killing her. So either man up and make a move or get over it, but if you go away or keep pushing away because of her -- you'll be the one making her cry. Not me.

Well figure it out, and do something about it. And don't use me as a reason to sit on your ass. I'm not standing in your way.

Really not.

Good.