[Sitting on her couch with a blanket]
JJ, whispering to herself with a smile: "Jaguar." That's another 70 points for me. Your move, Em.
[In Paris]
Emily, visibly glaring at her phone: What the FUCK, Scrabble?! SEVEN fucking vowels?! Are you FUCKING kidding me?! What the fuck am I supposed to do with four 'O's?!












