#trixiexdana

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Trixie: I don't know whether to kiss you, kill you, or dissect you.

Dana: Let me guess. Maybe all three.

Trixie: Yes, good plan!

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You’re probably thinking - what, this is CRAZZY. I’m going to have dinner with the enemy? And she made some really good smelling macaroni.

Dana describing that time Trixie made her macaroni for both of them

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Dana: Not necessarily as a team.

Trixie: Nope.

Dana: We're not that good.

Trixie: Definitely not.

Dana: We're professionals.

Trixie: Definitely.

Dana: And, uh, we're partners.

Trixie: Co-workers.

Dana: But we're also a couple of girls with a mutual friend.

Trixie: I can live with that.

Dana: Perfect.

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Dana: Love isn’t real. Eli: You’re literally making a Valentine’s card for Trixie right now. Dana: *threatening him with a glue gun* You’re on thin fucking ice.

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Dana: You look nice. Who dressed you, the Great Depression? Trixie: You look lovely, Dana. I'm so sorry I couldn't attend your funeral last year.

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Trixie, to Dana: Hey baby, are you an angel? Trixie: Because I’m allergic to feathers.

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Eli: Hey Dana, Trixie wrote you a poem. Dana: For me? [She takes the scrap of paper Eli holds out.] Get lost.