Emma: look, Dexter, all I’m saying is I think we need some rules.

Dex: rules?

Emma: I’m not taking any chances with our friendship, all right.

Dex: all right, all right. Such as?

Emma: separate bedrooms. Wherever we stay, no shared beds, no drunken ['drʌŋkən] cuddles ['kʌdl].

Dex: I don't see the point of cuddling, anyway. Cuddling gives you cramp [kræmp].

Emma: agreed then. Rule number two, no flirting [flɝt]. No having a few drinks and getting frisky ['frɪskɪ] with me, or anyone else.

Dex: well I never flirt.

Emma: I’m serious.

Dex: hello, what's this?