Winnifred: No, I’m talking about the fictional one in the movies.
Soren: Don’t play with our ficus.You better send me proof of life.
Winnifred: There, it’s perfectly fine.
Soren: I might order another ficus.
Winnifred: You’re trying to apologize with photosynthesis again.
Soren: I speak fluent flora.
Winnifred: What if I told you I bought a fake engagement ring for the photoshoot?
Soren: We’re not faking an engagement, Win.If we do, they’ll be marrying us during our stay in Winterberry.It’s like you don’t know our families.
Winnifred: They hate each other too much to want that in our future.
Winnifred: I told my cousin Nell that we went to a poetry reading.
Soren: You liar, stop making up stuff that’ll never happen.
Winnifred: No, YOU read poetry to ME.You wept.There was lighting.
Soren: Do I at least have a scarf?
Winnifred: You ARE the scarf.It’s a metaphor, Soren.
Soren: Did I mention I got an email from my grandma?She wants to knit us matching mittens—for you and our child.
Winnifred: You told her there’s no baby, right?
Soren: I told her you like sage green.
Winnifred: You need to stop the rumors.
Soren: I will when you stop telling people we Patrick Swayze at the local pottery shop—I don’t even know what that is, Win.
Winnifred: We’ll stream Ghost, but then we’ll have to do the video for our social media.
Soren: I’m starting to regret this relationship.
Winnifred: You love it.It’s the best you’ve had in years.
Soren: Can we take a moment to discuss our real future?
Winnifred: Fine, be boring.What happens if we actually pull this off?
Winnifred: Then we fake our breakup in January, and I keep the ficus in the settlement.
Soren: What do I get?
Winnifred: Emotional growth?
Winnifred: What if I forget this is fake?
Soren: Then I’ll remember for both of us.
Winnifred: Don’t you dare be tender with me.