Page 91 of Empty Net

Fox: Busy, busy, busy.

Lawson: You aren’t busy! Come back here and explain yourself!

Fox: There’s nothing to explain. We were seeing each other, it got serious, and now we’re getting married. What else is there to say?

Lawson: Why didn’t you tell us you were dating?

Fox: P-R-I-V-A-C-Y

Lawson: N-O

Fox: I’m done with this conversation.

Lawson: Aw, don’t leave too.

Hutch: Shouldn’t you be napping? We have a game in a few hours. Go sleep.

Lawson: Are you saying that as my captain or as your regular old grumpy self?

Hutch: Whoa. I am NOT old. That’s Locke.

Locke: Gee, thanks, Hutchy.

Hutch: Sorry not sorry, bud.

Locke: For the record, I’m not that old.

Lawson: LOLOLOLOL

Lawson: Yes you are.

Lawson: You were born in the ’80s.

Lawson: That’s old.

Locke: I’m starting to understand why Keller hates you.

Keller: FINALLY!

Lawson: All right fine. You’re not old. You’re just…seasoned.

Locke: That makes me feel like I’m a steak or something.

Fox: Mmm. Steak sounds good.

Lawson: That’s what you should serve at your wedding.

Fox: That sounds expensive. I thought you were cheap.

Lawson: I am. With my money. That’s your money. I’m not paying for it.

Fox: Just reaping the benefits?

Lawson: Now you’re getting it.

Keller: I’m not going to the wedding unless there’s steak. Everyone gets obnoxiously mushy during them.

Locke: Huh. I wonder why. It’s almost like it’s a ceremony celebrating love.

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