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JESSE: Quinn. I don't need bedroom details.
JESSE: (;
QUINN: Goodbye, Jesse. I'll take my cut and my goodies tomorrow please.
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TEXT MESSAGES ⇄ ST. FABRAY
JESSE: Quinn. I don't need bedroom details.
JESSE: (;
QUINN: Goodbye, Jesse. I'll take my cut and my goodies tomorrow please.
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JESSE: She does like to wrap people around her fingers.
JESSE: But she likes having her way with you most of all.
QUINN: Probably because she has me so whipped.
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JESSE: That's all I ask, SFG.
JESSE: And that she does the same for you.
QUINN: Rach does, I think she has a way with everyone.
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JESSE: Done and done.
JESSE: And good for you.
QUINN: Yeah, yeah.
[a beat]
QUINN: I will do my best, Jess, to keep her smiling. That's a promise.
Cingulomania, possibly coined by J.E. Schmidt for the Lecher’s Lexicon (1967); from Latin cingō (“surround, encompass; gird”) + Greek manía (“madness”).
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JESSE: Goes back in our pockets.
QUINN: She said it. We said it. Praise Jesus or whatever. I want 60% mister.
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JESSE: Then I guess no one's winning any betting pool this time around.
QUINN: so it just sits there?
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JESSE: But didn't you already do that last night?
QUINN: No.
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JESSE: Lord knows you could just stay in with Rachel upstairs and she'd be perfectly happy with that.
QUINN: If I'm helping you win bets she deserves to be wooed.
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JESSE: Quinn.
JESSE: There are only three of us working.
QUINN: Logical, yes, but what kind of date will that pay for?
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JESSE: $63.47.
QUINN: That's it?!
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JESSE: Then why won't you tell her?
QUINN: What's the pot at?
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JESSE: You clearly love each other.
JESSE: Have loved each other for weeks. Probably months.
JESSE: And you're both too damn stubborn to admit it.
QUINN: Of course I love her. Who wouldn't?
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JESSE: You both are idiots then.
QUINN: It's a roller coaster with you tonight.
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JESSE: IS THAT WAS THIS IS ABOUT
JESSE: DID YOU FUCKING FINALLY SAY IT
JESSE: I'D LIKE TO THANK NOT ONLY GOD BUT ALSO JESUS
QUINN: I didn't say that. And I can garuntee you Jesus doesn't care.
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JESSE: Say what?
QUINN: The in love part. Did she?
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JESSE: Fine. Be all cute and secretive and in love.
JESSE: Just keep making our girl happy, okay?
QUINN: Did she say that?
[ a beat ]
QUINN: And I try my best.