Hetty: You know, you were right.
Reese: About what specifically? Because I’m right about a lot of things.
Reese: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it.
Hetty: What- how?
Reese: You’d be like “come to bed … Mr. President” and I’d be like, “I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.”
Reese, on the phone: So no head?
Reese: Throws phone and breaks skateboard
Hetty: My hands are cold.
Reese: Here, let me hold them.
Hetty: My lips are cold too.
Reese: covers Hetty's mouth with their hand
Reese: I don't know how to tell you this, but… I love you.
Hetty: That's great, Reese. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years.
Hetty: Hey, Reese, what do you think it would be like if we had kids?
Reese: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly.
Hetty: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?
Reese: Can't really say I have.
Hetty: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes.
Reese: Sorry, Hetty. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.
Hetty: I think we should kiss.
Reese: And I think you should die but we don’t always get what we want.
Hetty: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart.
Reese: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.
Hetty: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time?
Reese: AS ENEMIES?!
Hetty:
Hetty: Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know!
Reese: The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus.
Hetty: Stop.
Reese: Hey, about that love letter you sent me-
Hetty: blushes What are your thoughts?
Reese: The fourth sentence-
Hetty: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I-
Reese: It’s “you’re” not “your”.
Reese: You’re not jealous, are you?
Hetty: No!
Reese: Good, ‘cause I consider my fake relationship with you a lot more meaningful.
Hetty: That was so hot, Reese.
Reese: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.
Hetty: I'm so in love with you.
Hetty: Holding up a pack of pencils These are kinda cute.
Reese: Hetty, that’s gay.
Hetty: We’ve been dating for 2 years—
Reese: I fell—
Hetty: From heaven?
Reese: No, I literally fell—
Hetty: In love with me the moment you saw me?
Reese: MY ARM IS BROKEN!
Hetty: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.
Hetty, trying to flirt: So, you come around here often?
Reese, confused: I mean, this is my house, so yeah.
Hetty: So… what would you do if you were in bed with me?
Reese: Depends. Is your bed comfortable?
Hetty: Yes.
Reese: I'd sleep.
Reese: Babe, you're so funny!
Hetty: We have 1492 days until your tragic premature death. You will break my trust three times before that happens, but I forgive you.
Reese: Awwww, that's sweet of you!