Hannah: Take off your shirt.
Jacob: Why?
Hannah: Please can you take off your shirt, 'cause I can't stop thinking, and then you just...
Jacob: Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.
Hannah: Alright, okay, okay, okay.
Jacob: [removing his shirt] Okay, okay, okay.
Hannah: Fuck! Seriously? It's like you're Photoshopped. Can I...?
[walks forward and touches Jacob's abs]
Jacob: Ahh! You have cold hands. Now you take off your dress.
Hannah: No.
Jacob: Yes.
Hannah: No way. Not with all of that going on. No, thank you. Is there dim lighting somewhere?