[Man, there is a lot he is good at. And there's something to be said for testosterone giving him a natural level of muscle that he doesn't have to work too hard for. But at the end of the day, drinking and smoking and hanging out on bikes doesn't necessarily make him the strongest of swimmers and so even though he carried his lead as long as he could, somehow she still pulls even and slaps her hand down just a second before him.

She gets an exhausted groan when he realizes it.]

Yeah, babe. Yeah, you won, fair an' square. Even after you fuckin' cheated at first! Man, I guess I gotta do more swimming!

[Or not. The only purpose would be for racing her in hotel pools. Well, unless shit gets real weird in their future.]