If you want to go on an African safari just say the word, princess. You know the world is your oyster, after all.
No, it isn't. In fact, I think it's yours.
Give me your bucket list and I'll see to it that everything is checked off by Saturday.
Fuck off.
This is why you don't get anywhere, princess. You're so combative.
Ha. I thought you liked that.
I am trying to be nice. I'm trying to show you I can do these things.
So can any of the others.
But have they?
I'm not asking them to. I'm not asking you to either.
It's a fucking giraffe and you acted as though someone had given you a hearing transplant.
Okay, that, if you can make it happen, would be lovely.
I can see that you get devices that actually work so you don't get frustrated.
They don't exist.
Sure they do. Good technology costs money.
That why you bought the car?
Partly, yes. I have always loved the design of the 911s though.
My car could still take yours.
Not off the line.
No, overall. That's how you win a race.
By stopping to look at the giraffes and wishing you had the time/money/means to indulge yourself just a little more for once?
Yeah, that's how. And I won. Kiss my dirt.
Fine, Miss Doolittle. See you tomorrow.
Ta-ta, Mister Higgins. Better get a head start in that slow car of yours.
Jesus, Bridget, so nasty today. I hope tomorrow sees you a little more cheerful.
There's an easy way to ensure that, Caleb.
And how is that? Tell me. I'll do anything.
Don't come over.
Nice.
I warned you.
Yes. Yes, you did.
