Selma: Er... come here, tiger!
Troy: [growls, but doesn't know what to do next]
Selma: Mmm... would you like some wine?
[comes and drinks both his and Selma's glasses]
[goes back to the door]
Selma: Er... why don't you come over here, and make yourself more
Troy: No... why don't _you_ come over here and make _yourself_
-- He _does_ need to learn the basics,
"A Fish Called Selma"