Rook:
We are not friends, Cal.
Reed:
Sure we are. Our girls are best friends.
Frost:
OUR GIRLS
Wells:
You're blowing up my phone at 7:30 on my day off. Desist immediately.
Frost:
Things are just getting good. Are you marrying her?
Rook:
I can't trust any of you to keep your mouths shut around your mommies. Case pending. Leave it at that.
Reed:
I won’t say anything. I won’t even tell my perfect girlfriend.
Frost:
Sure, rub it in that we’re single. Classy.
Wells:
Actually, Rook, I'm invested in your success. What else is the point of this dictatorial chat but to keep the rest of us from getting trapped in a marriage scheme?
Spencer:
Except Cal, who apparently enjoys monogamy.
Reed:
Every day. Usually more than once.
Frost:
Ew… Tell me more.
Rook:
I'm meeting with my legal counsel today. My advice: Sign nothing your mothers hand you.
Frost:
Make my mommy pay for my meals so I don't sign the checks. Got it.
Wells:
You already make your mommy pay for your meals.
