Luckily R has plenty of time to ogle the horns as he approaches, although it takes him a long couple of seconds to realize Bert didn't start growing horns o him and they're fake. In his defense, the way people like his stylists talk, it's not totally impossible. R gets all his staring in by the time he arrives.

"Qhhgkl...ques-tions," R's got a battle plan and it's falling to pieces because what he rehearsed in his head is unraveling between his brain and his mouth. The zombie dogs on, determined to get this out. "I want to...date. Need...advice."

Whew, finally got that out there. Jesus, he needs to work on his delivery. R had wanted to come across a lot more Joe Cool, King of Smooth in front of Bert, not some stuttering dead guy.