Ava Fletcher

"Okay, if I watch Gone With The Wind, you have to watch my favourite film."

"You watching Gone with the Wind is payment for me driving you places, remember? What's your favorite film anyways?"

"I’ll try, but I can’t promise I won’t fall asleep.”

"You have to try, because it's my favorite movie. Ever."

"I do not have that kind of attention span."

"But you'll do it for me, right?"

"How long?"

"Three and a half hours, excluding the overture, interlude, entr'acte, and closing music. If we watched all of that, it would be four hours."

"Oh, I didn’t know that. When are we watching this film, then?"

"Well, it's rather long, so we'll have to find the time."

"The Americans had a civil war?"

"Yes, and it bloody well near tore the country apart."

"Oh, that don’t sound so bad. What’s it about?"

"It's a love story set during the American Civil War."

"I don’t know what that is."

"You are in for a treat. It is the greatest movie of all time based on the best book of all time."

"…What?"

"You have to watch Gone With the Wind with me."

"That means yes."

"Fine, it does. But, instead of helping pay for petrol, you're going to do something else for me."

"Urm, why not? Don’t I get special privilege?"

"I'll think about it, I suppose."

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"No, because I play really good music in the car."

"You can't buy petrol with good music, Cas."

"Or I could just get you to drive me everywhere."

"You're going to help pay for petrol, then."

"Snow and late buses are the best reminder that I should prob’ly learn to drive."

"You probably should. You could sign up for classes or something."

People from my work are fucking crazy. In the building there are new bones and they talk about sex, when I try to get to know what sex and age the victim was. What the…!

They sound like they aren't that bright. Next time try the word "gender." Hopefully they won't confuse that one.