NK: The paps are here...quick, give me a nuzzle.
Keith: I don't have my heels on...how can I reach?
NK: I don't care how you do it, just make it happen.
Keith: Good lord, you've got your arm around my neck so tight, I'm having to stand on my tip toes to prevent a choke hold.
NK: Whatever. Put your hand on my ass.
Keith: What? Are you serious?
NK: Do it, for God's sake. Do you need a map?
Keith: Lord help me...alright. It's there...but on the count of five, it comes off.
NK: As long as they get a picture, I don't care how long it's there.
Keith: Crikey, that has to be worth something.
NK: Fine...another million dollars at the end of the contract, if you put your hand on my ass on command.