I’m tired of faking it. I’m not good at it.
Yeah, I know, every time you try you get that goofy little smile on your face…
“Bad love letters beg for love back. Good love letters ask for nothing.”
ZOE: I’m not asking you to be my boyfriend or anything.. but I was just wondering if you could do casual my way. Which means being monogamous.. casually.
WADE: Yeah. Yeah.. I think I can do that.
ZOE: That is never happening again. Never never never never.
WADE: Wow, Doc. That’s one more never than yesterday, you must really mean it this time.
ZOE: I do.
WADE: You can’t quit now! Not when you’re finally getting the hang of it.
ZOE: I’m not finally getting - you know what? Never mind, it doesn’t matter ‘cause that is never happening again. Just help me find my pants.
WADE: Hmm.. that pile. Maybe you just need a soothing hug.. c’mon.
ZOE: Damn it!
okay, I’m just going to tell you because I have to tell someone. Don’t judge. Last night, while George was calling off his wedding…