It seems like an afternoon spent hunched behind a computer playing with Photoshop, but the breaking and entering, slipping in and out, meh, you call it trouble, someone calls it a Tuesday afternoon. [ He doesn't. For the record. ] And how do you know what I'm worth? I could be worth several well-fed cows, and acres and acres of land. [ Damon's dowry, no ladies and a gentleman. ] Although, if that is what this is, as far as I [ actually ] remember, you don't fall under 'my type.' [ Whoops. ] Someone might have wasted those few hours. Just saying.

[ It's not a declaration of not being gay, though he's not, he's incredibly comfortable with his sexuality. He's also spent four about six or seven years in love with one woman. ]

But, points for the mystery, if this is all your elaborate way of finally meeting your local mechanic. [ But, like in Whose Line is it Anyway, the points don't matter. ]