[Ringo certainly was acting strange, though RED couldn't quite put his finger on it. He scratched the side of his face before returning his hand to the pup with a comforting pat.]

Come on. I said I'd tell you where I was going. I'll tell BLU, too. I just can't be around her.

You saw her at the party, right? She was wearin' this red number. I know you don't understand, but trust me, mate- it was a nice dress.

[There's a brief smile that flashes across his face, replaced in an instant by disgust as he kicks himself inwardly for his thoughts. It had to be the medication, he told himself. He was better than this. He had more self-control. He pushed glasses upward, hand covering his eyes.]

I caught myself thinkin' about her in that dress the other day. That's what I'm talking about.