emma: i do remember, i'm still convinced you killed someone, you just won't admit it.
emma: you wouldn't help me hide the body?
emma: i mean, people who own lizards are just their own kind of people. my favorite? i don't know about that, but you're definitely very happy and sweet and great to have around. but it's definitely a compliment coming from me.
emma: well, that would be awkward if i had a tattoo made by billy shears instead of paul, i wouldn't like that so much. people really are too wild for their own good.
emma: no, no, it's not. i would just like to know if he introduced him to someone who had the same place in his life as you had in mine. but he's fine with it, so we're good. sunday's great, i'll get us some tickets for the zoo. all i'm hearing is that you want to see me on saturday night, but you know 🤷♀️ my mom keeps saying she looks exactly like me when i was her age, i obviously don't see it, but i like to think she's right.
andrew: never. labadors dont kill. emily jean's however? strong probability.
andrew: with those eyes? i would probably do anything you asked me to. depends on how my back is feeling that day.
andrew: no, i'm your favorite. its okay. you can admit it, em.
andrew: wait, you have a macca tattoo?? can i see it?? i want a personalized paul mccartney tattoo. the fuck.
andrew: 'hey is it cool if the guy i almost married meets our kid?' i'll cover the next date.
andrew: not date, but you know. next time we hang out.
andrew: i'm just offering myself up if you were disappointed to have to live another day without me, is all. but you know. what's another day when you've gone five years?
andrew: she looks just like you, em. your mum is right. i bet she laughs like you too.