EMMA: Enough. I get it. And if you don't cut it out I will squeeze Dan's arm so hard it turns purple and explodes.
RUPERT: Sorry, Em. We're just taking the mickey for old times.
DAN: Yes, and I'd best enjoy it -- this may be my last chance, after all.
EMMA: Last chance for what?
DAN: To have you draped all over me.
EMMA: GOOD GOD.
RUPERT: It's for laughs, Em. I don't even think it looks like drapes.
EMMA: You mean that?
RON: Yep. I really duvet.