Felicity begging Oliver to adopt a puppy
“Please?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“Fluttering your eyelashes is not going to work on me this time.”
“But it does work sometimes.”
“With dinner choices, not with adoption an animal.”
“Not just any animal, a puppy.”
“Exactly.”
“I don’t understand why you’re so against this.”
“I’ve told you at least fifty times why I’m against this, and they’re all perfectly valid reasons.”
“I think you’re exaggerating there.”
“Felicity, you haven’t thought this through.”
“Of course I have. I’m going to feed it, I’m going to walk it-”
“I don’t understand why that would ever be up for question. It would need walking and feeding. They’re also going to need a lot of attention, which we wouldn’t be around to give it.”
“Of course we’d be around.”
“Felicity, you have a full time job, I have a full time job. We also have another job that takes up our entire evenings. We live in a loft that only has a balcony - where and when are you going to walk this dog?”
“In the park...”
“The park that’s three blocks away down a street that you’ve called creepy on several occasions?”
“I’d feel safer with a dog, you know. Besides, the dog would come with us to the bunker.”
“I just don’t think this is a good idea right now.”
“Right now? So you’re open to it in the near future?”
“Maybe not the near future...”
“Oliver, this will be good for us.”
“I don’t think we should be getting a puppy right when we’re about to have a baby. A puppy would be enough work on it’s own. We’d be double stressed having a new baby and a puppy. I think we should wait at least until we don’t have a baby crawling at the same height as a dog.”
“That’s probably a good point.”
“Probably?”
“You haven’t won me over completely yet.”
“I’m not saying never. I’m saying not yet.”
“Right.”
“Come here. We’re going to have our baby here soon, and you’ll be so in love with her that nothing else will matter.”
“I’m just saying a dog could be pretty cool too.”
“Felicity.”
