Every time R thinks he's starting to get Howard, the kid turns on him and starts rambling on about movies R doesn't remember and clothes from places that don't even exist anymore (probably). It's like Howard's speaking another language all of a sudden. The lost look R gives him has nothing to do with him being a zombie.

"Don't...know if they...have that...here." R doesn't recognize that song. "I can...watch. I'm game if...you...are."

R probably won't know a good movie if an Oscar winner hit him. Sound quality. Now that he can moan someone to death about what makes good sound quality. Anyway, it's better than talking about if Julie has a type. Howard means well. Really, he does. R gets that. But Julie's got options and a life ahead of her. R just can't picture her wanting to live the rest her days with a zombie who's busy decomposing on her.

That said, R's still willing to sit through movies or whatever Howard cooks up and get some tips on How to Date.

Eva. He'll ask Eva. She's lived longer, she's got to have experience. It's fool-proof. R looks lost in thought, the zombie refocusing in time to watch Howard picking his way through the shrimp. He can mow his way through them, as far as R's concerned.