Jake: Why don't you tell me your wildest fantasy?
Elliot: OK, fine. You're a mexican apple thief. I run the cider house. I catch you hiding behind the stone mill. You chase me into the tasting room. Oh, if there's a crow in there: fine. If not.. I can live with it. Anyway, we're all alone and you don't speak a word of english, but you teach me more about hard cider than I ever learned from my fermenting exams and our passion is so loud that they can hear it all the way in the distillery (breaths hard) Oh, ha.. I can be such an apple slut!
Jake: Um.. okay!