Jackson: [awaking from a night of drinking] So I guess we might have...
Sloane: [also awaking from a night of drinking] No, we didn't. [stands up]
Jackson: You're wearing my underwear.
Sloane: [looks down and gasps] Well, that doesn't... mean anything. I... probably got cold in the night... after my... panties fell... off. [he spies panties, grabs them, and ducks behind a tall-backed chair to change]
Jackson: Ah, come on. You must be able to tell somehow.
Sloane: Tell how?
Jackson: I don't know. I don't have a vagina.
Sloane: Well, there's no forensic evidence, nothing's dried on my leg. There's no... wrapper on the floor, if that's what you're wondering. [throws his underwear at him]
Jackson: Okay.
Sloane: Can't YOU tell?
Jackson: [takes a look at himself under the blanket] I mean, he looks a little tired, but... I don't think he's really satisfied.
Sloane: I'm telling you we didn't do it. One of us would for sure be able to tell.
Jackson: Sweet. Let's go with that.
Sloane: [also awaking from a night of drinking] No, we didn't. [stands up]
Jackson: You're wearing my underwear.
Sloane: [looks down and gasps] Well, that doesn't... mean anything. I... probably got cold in the night... after my... panties fell... off. [he spies panties, grabs them, and ducks behind a tall-backed chair to change]
Jackson: Ah, come on. You must be able to tell somehow.
Sloane: Tell how?
Jackson: I don't know. I don't have a vagina.
Sloane: Well, there's no forensic evidence, nothing's dried on my leg. There's no... wrapper on the floor, if that's what you're wondering. [throws his underwear at him]
Jackson: Okay.
Sloane: Can't YOU tell?
Jackson: [takes a look at himself under the blanket] I mean, he looks a little tired, but... I don't think he's really satisfied.
Sloane: I'm telling you we didn't do it. One of us would for sure be able to tell.
Jackson: Sweet. Let's go with that.
Jackson : [awaking from a night of drinking] So I guess we might have...
Sloane : [also awaking from a night of drinking] No, we didn't. [stands up]
Jackson : You're wearing my underwear.
Sloane : [looks down and gasps] Well, that doesn't... mean anything. I... probably got cold in the night... after my... panties fell... off. [he spies panties, grabs them, and ducks behind a tall-backed chair to change]
Jackson : Ah, come on. You must be able to tell somehow.
Sloane : Tell how?
Jackson : I don't know. I don't have a vagina.
Sloane : Well, there's no forensic evidence, nothing's dried on my leg. There's no... wrapper on the floor, if that's what you're wondering. [throws his underwear at him]
Jackson : Okay.
Sloane : Can't YOU tell?
Jackson : [takes a look at himself under the blanket] I mean, he looks a little tired, but... I don't think he's really satisfied.
Sloane : I'm telling you we didn't do it. One of us would for sure be able to tell.
Jackson : Sweet. Let's go with that.
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