Liz White. LIZ WHITE. Liz White.
Oh my god, LIZ WHITE.
I miss you, I miss seeing you as Annie on Life on Mars.
Neal doubts this shit so hard.
The cuffs stay on until you can be good. So basically forever.
Don’t talk to me. I know how good your butt looks in those pants. I don’t want to hear about it.
A few punches, a few smiles. Everything’s fine.
The inevitable punch-up.
Even the sea of cows part for Dunson.
FYI, when somebody tells you to stop them talking, they mean kiss them, dumb-ass. With the mouth. Not Vulcan-style.
Now the touching is on the other pair of hands.