"Wait -- wait." He holds his hands up, shaking his head in disbelief. She just uttered several things that had his brain on the verge of spontaneously combusting.

"You've -- tried this with Hal, before? And it didn't work? And you did it again? And didn't call me, his creator?"

He cannot wrap his head around that.

"And -- me...and you--kissing? There was kissing involved?"

Because he had been fairly certain she never wanted to do that again. Getting champagne tossed at you is usually a pretty clear indicator.

But then something is dawning on him.

"Hold on a minute. Is that why you've been...acting so odd? So...tolerant? Because of...this future me, that I wasn't yet aware of?"