- Nate: [as Kim plays very badly on guitar] Yeah, excellent, Kimmie, you're superb!
- Kim: It's fun!
- Nate: Yeah, and you're a natural.
- [as the real reason why he is there comes down the stairs:]
- Nate: Hi, Cleo, how's it going?
- Cleo: What are you doing here?
- Kim: Nate's teaching me how to play guitar.
- Nate: I was so blown away by her enthusiasm, I offered her a free guitar lesson.
- Kim: Hey! Free? You said you'd pay me!
- Nate: I said...
- Cleo: [to Nate] I want you to get out of my house before I tell Dad you're stalking me.
- Nate: [scoffs] I am not...
- Don Sertori: [entering] You're not what?
- Kim: Dad! Nate's teaching me how to play the guitar!
- Don Sertori: Is that what that racket was?
- Nate: Yeah. Yeah, that's right. Your daughter here is a real natural, Mr. S.
- [Kim proudly plays badly some more]