Call: Male friend that kisses me

Hartley: I don’t want to be a Rathaway, Cisquito. Last night I dreamt that I was a Ramon, to be frank. -pause- God, I’m sorry, that wasn’t appropriate to tell you. I apologize. But. If you’ll have me. I’d love to be your plus one.
Cisco: -silence- what? You dreamt we got married? -nervous laughter- I’m glad one of us dreams pleasant things. I’ll text you the address. I’ll be at the front door when you arrive.