Brooke:You have no idea how right you were about the Galley…
Annette:I notice you're not thanking me for that advice.
Brooke:I'll pick up the tab the next time we go out for lunch. That's your thanks.
Annette:You always pick up the tab. You slapped me the last time I tried to grab the check. If you recall, I had a welt on my arm all afternoon because you make more money than everyone in this entire town combined.
Brooke:Yeah, sorry again about that. I'd hoped Jackson would slam me up against his patrol car while cuffing me.
Annette:Is it a law enforcement fetish? Is that it? Because Jackson has a handful of deputies. I'm sure we could find one to slam you up against cars, walls, couches. Refrigerators are also great options.
Brooke:Considering I've known all those guys since they were toddlers, I'm going to pass. There's something about knowing Heath Carroll used to stuff his pockets with food from the cafeteria trash barrels that turns me off from a sexual relationship.
Annette:That was kindergarten.
Brooke:That's the problem with small town living.
Annette:Okay. Back to the sex. How was it?
Brooke:Rather good.
Annette:Did you sign a nondisclosure agreement or something? Why can't you tell me anything?
Brooke:I'm in a bad mood.
Annette:You had "rather good" sex last night. You shouldn't be in a bad mood.
Brooke:One night of good sex isn't changing my desire to burn shit down.
Annette:Why are you in a bad mood today? What's wrong?
Annette:This guy was decent, right?
Brooke:He was decent. Annoyingly so.
Annette:I can appreciate an annoyingly decent man.
Brooke:You should know. You're living with one.
Annette:Stop trying to change the conversation from you to me.
Brooke:It's nothing. I'm fine. I'm looking forward to the weekend.
Annette:You're so cute when you lie.
Brooke:I'm not lying. I'm actually looking forward to the weekend. I can't wait to get out of here for two nights.
Annette:Can I say happy birthday yet?
Brooke:Can we not make this about my birthday? Can't it be a girl's weekend away—with Jackson—and not dip the whole thing in birthday sprinkles?
Annette:Can I just send you a screenshot of the conversation we had about this last year? Because I have a ton of orders to get out the door before taking off for your birthday weekend and my argument hasn't changed.
Brooke:That seems like a lot of work. Scrolling through a year's worth of messages.
Annette:I am going to celebrate the fuck out of your birthday. You can't stop me, so you might as well join me.
Brooke:Why do you do this?
