"Napoleon."

"Yes, Illya?"

"Can you reach the copier?"

"Why can't you?"

"Because we're joined at the hip, remember?"

"Oh, yes, I'd forgotten. Well, if you could twist to your right a little...ahhh...do that again, IK!"

"If I do that again, we'll never get any work done."

"Spoiled sport."

"Napoleon!"

"What now?"

"I really need to get to the copier."

"Why?"

"Because I have to send a copy of the two of us hip locked to Sharon. It was her idea, you know."

"Yes, well, remind me to send her a Christmas card."

"Napoleon..."

"Okay, okay, I have an idea. If you rock and I roll, I think we can manage it. Ready?"

"One."

"Two."

"Three...ooh...Illya, baby!"

"Napoleon, we are no closer to the copier than we were earlier."

"And I'm supposed to care?"

"Well, you should care about one thing."

"Hmmm, what's that?"

"We have a meeting with Mr. Waverly in five minutes"

"Well, in that case, partner, keep rocking..."