Floyd: Wow. You are bringin’ it.
Liz: Yeah? You like that? It’s got pockets. Are into that? Ooh, what’s this? A used kleenex.
Floyd: I feel like I’m in a rap video.
Liz: Wait, let me turn on my humidifier. Yeah.
Floyd: Uh-oh.
Liz: So dry in here.
Floyd: I really don’t know how much more of this I can take.
Liz: He just… gets me.
[Cut to Liz and Floyd eating lunch together.]
Liz: Oh, I think you got a little something.
Floyd: Here?
Liz: Other side.
Floyd: Here?
Liz: Up a little.
Floyd: Right here?
Liz: You got it.[Cut to Liz & Floyd leaving a movie theatre.]
Floyd: Oh, that movie was a waste of time.
Liz: I thought it was moving… my bowels.
[They exchange a high five.][Cut to Liz’s bedroom, romantically lit with candles. They sit on the bed, playing Uno.]
Liz: Reverse, reverse, skip, skip, draw four! [She laughs triumphantly.]
Floyd: Oh, hell no!
Floyd: Hey, Liz Lemon.
Liz: Hey… Flower Workout Guy. What do ya got there? The old… leather pumpkin?
Floyd: [pulls ear buds out of his ears] I’m sorry, what?
Liz: I was just saying, uh, you got the old, leather pumpkin?
[Floyd doesn’t know how to respond & Liz goes to talk to some food.]
Floyd: Wow. You look great!
Liz: Do I? I’m pretty tired from playing as hard as I work.
UGGH SO MUCH BEAUTY IN ONE POST
