[ Eddie tilts his head to the side, studying Steve for a moment before taking a step back. ] Okay, okay. No more King Steve. How about just, sailor, from now on?

[ He grins at him and then tosses the cup into the nearby trash can, bouncing on his heels a little when he actually makes it. ] Hey, look at that. What's that called in laundry baskets? A five pointer?

[ He knows he's wrong. He doesn't care. He wipes his fingers on his jeans and gives Steve one last smile. ] All right, Sailor. I'll pick you up at nine on graduation night. Outfit's optional.