[Jesse's slowly widening smirk is an indication that he absolutely believes it is something funny.]

Ri-ight.

[He turns to him suddenly, though, bright-eyed.]

Yo, okay, here's what you do: forget that dancing shit. Or-- do that, I guess, that's good, but what you really want to do is take her off-Barge and buy her something nice while you're at it. Chicks love that shit. Or, you know-- do something for her, let her know you can do something for her.