What am I gonna laugh at? I wouldn't laugh at datin' you. If I would I wouldn't've asked you out, y'know?

[Heh. He leans in to skim through it; like hell he's going to read all this. He skims for his name, and when he finds it, well.

He laughs.]

Ha ha, what the hell? --I mean, I ain't laughin' at you! I swear! It's not you, it's the article! No usin' judo on me!

[Wait. He reads it over again.]

. . . Hey, it ain't terrible!