Victor Vincent: Well, hello there, pretty lady. My pal and I overheard your music and just had to come donate every last one of my hard-earned pennies.
Jess: [laughs] Um, thanks... I guess. What is it, like a buck fifty?
Monty: Huh, a girl who can sing AND do math.
Victor Vincent: You'd do well with a man who has almost fifty trophies. How 'bout a date?
Jess: Sorry. You're not really my type.
Victor Vincent: I'm Victor Vincent! I can be ANY type!
Victor Vincent: [steps off camera and, flinging over his clothes, returns in an open-chested outfit] How 'bout the disco type?
Victor Vincent: [strikes a pose] Wanna boogie?
Jess: [laugh] No. Sorry.
Victor Vincent: [steps off camera and, flinging over his clothes, returns dressed as a matador] How 'bout the bullfighting type? Toro!
Jess: [laugh] Nope.
Victor Vincent: [steps off camera and, flinging over clothes again, returns dressed for a tennis game] Match point?
Jess: Look, what I really want is for you to go away.
Victor Vincent: Egh! Fine, but I WILL figure out what your type is, if it takes me a million years!