V: (enters through front door) I'm back.
S: Hey.
V: Hey.
S: What took you so long?
V: Ah, traffic light out on Venice.
S: Hey.
V: Hey. (S/V kiss)
S: Want to look at something for me?
V: Sure.
S: You see an eyelash? Something itches like hell.
V: No.
S: You sure?
V: Yeah. Maybe, it's those contacts you wore on the Ireland mission irritated your eye.
S: Yeah. What's this? (looks at Vaughn's brown grocery bag)
V: What do you think about Orecchiette?
S: I don't think I've ever heard of it. (V slices the brocolli) Wait, don't tell me you cook.
V: A lot of things about me you don't know.
S: You clean too?
V: I've been know to. Why, you thinking about hiring me?
S: Why would I hire you when I get you for free?
V: (laughs) You taking a bath?
S: Maybe. Maybe we're gonna take a bath.
V: (cuts his finger) Ow! Damn it.
S: Are you okay?
V: Yeah, I'm fine.
S: Let me see. (takes V's finger)
V: It's nothing.
S: Not nothing.
(S puts a band-aid on the finger and kisses it)
S: There you go. All better.
V: You're gonna make a great mom.
S: Yeah. Maybe...(walks around to the sink) It's just my mom wasn't exactly the best role model. You know?
V: Yeah. Well, the good news is that you're nothing like your mother.
(Radio voice comes on...)
R: You're not there yet, Sydney.
S: Did you hear that?
V: What?
S: Radio.
R: You need to go further back. Follow Vaughn.
V: It's just the radio, Syd. If you don't like it, we can turn it off.
S: That's right.
V: (turns off radio) How about a nice bottle of wine with this bath?
S: That'd be great.
everytime!! :thud:
Good stuff, you think someone would've leaked it.