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[[Sharon and Fooker are sitting at a table at a bargain computer show]]
Sharon: You mean... you're worried about us getting... married?
Fooker: Dang it! I knew I should have kept my mouth shut! Kernel panic!

[[Sharon blushes]]
Sharon: I... I didn't know you were that... serious about us.
Fooker: You aren't?
Sharon: Yes... er, no. I mean, I am... but I didn't think you...

Fooker: Forget it. I shouldn't have brought it up. Let's just go and--
Sharon: No, Fooker! Please! We obviously need to talk about this! We won't get anywhere if we don't share...

Fooker: But here? In front of every geek in the tri-county area?
Sharon: Most of them would kill to have a girlfriend, so let them stare... in envy.