Seth: Okay. I know I’m not who you all imagined as prom king, seeing as how I’m not who any of you actually voted for. But she’s the queen, and I love her. So I guess that makes me the king.
Seth: No, I’m just the guy standing next to you. You’re the queen, all right? I’m the jester, perhaps, if that works. So let me ask you this, Your Highness: what can I do to make it up to you?
Summer: Well, you can start by dancing with me.