Oh, and in case you were wondering, here's the part where you're supposed to go, "Dun dun DUN!"
Hee. Tee hee hee. I'm sorry. It's just, I've already seen this scene, like, five times, and I know what's coming, and tee hee. Shoot me.
Ovary Electric Central. The doorbell trills, and Syd runs to get it. Tee hee. Giggle. Cheese. It's Vaughn, all grinny-faced. Syd returns the grinny-face. Tee HEE. Vaughn's all, you ready? Syd's all, what? Right here? In the doorway? Day-UM. At least buy me dinner first! Actually, Vaughn's there because he's driving Syd to the airport for their Caraway Capo jaunt. Syd asks her boyfriend to come in while she gets her stuff. Giggle. Giggle giggle. And snort. And more cheese.
Vaughn's all, nice place. Ripping off your clothes. Syd's all, I'm gonna get a new couch. French kissing. Vaughn's all, really? Lacy underthings. Syd's all, well, yeah, no, I dunno. Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Vaughn's all, so this is where you live. Naked. Syd's all, yeah, this is where I live. More naked. Vaughn's all, I love it. Naked love. Syd's all, I'm ready. NAKED LOVE NAKED.
Vaughn leans in and kisses Syd in this way that is SO like that first kiss you get at the door after the best first date you've ever had and all you want to do is toss out the rules and drag your date up to your bedroom and perform all sorts of carnality upon each other but then you stop because one of you wisely pulls back, knowing that, if you don't stop now, you may not even make it to the bedroom. Sigh. And giggle. And tee hee.
Wendy Kroy: Tee hee. Tee hee hee.
Regina: See? SEE? It's impossible to watch this scene and not giggle like you've just been given a huge dose of laughing gas.
Wendy Kroy: TEE HEE HEE.
Regina: Dude? You okay? DUDE?
Wendy Kroy: TEE HEE HEE HEE HEE. Help me!
Vaughn's all, yeah, we should be going, like, NOW, because we are so gonna miss our plane if we keep kissing. Syd's all, yeah, okay, good idea. Besides, I'm out of condoms. Vaughn's all, what? Have you been gettin' busy? AND, IF SO, WITH WHOM? Syd's all, dude? Remember Spitzy Saliva-Pants? Yeah. Since him. And we were in a fucking SAFEHOUSE. Condoms haven't really been a necessity around the Electric Ovary since FOREVER, okay? And if you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to tell Kendall he can go fuck his Caca Cockles whatever-the-hell and you and me are gonna DO IT RIGHT HERE IN THE LIVING ROOM.