crawling in my skin

McCartney: The thought of you sexting actually makes me feel queasy.

“That’s funny. I thought you would do it for an aesthetic choice. Like those people that purposefully use older technology and say it’s better.”

“It is better though and I am prepared to argue if needed.”

McCartney: That sounds dirty. Stop trying to sext me, Law.

McCartney: You can't let just anyone have me.

McCartney: Wow. Wasteful little bugger you are, huh?

McCartney: It has already been dropped in your driveway. It's yours, deal.

McCartney: It's your issue now. Your drunk Uncle Al left you the Camry in his will.

McCartney: Because CLEARLY I have been mistreated.

McCartney: What the hell is wrong with a Camry? We're dependable!

McCartney: What about when your car breaks? Think of me as like a 2012 Toyota Camry. I'm not that wonderful, but I'm just valuable enough that you can't just throw me in a scrap yard.

McCartney: You're in for a rude awakening, I've chosen you to fix me.

McCartney: Well then what are you going to do to mend my broken heart?

McCartney: I'm not 100% sure how this happened... but I can't stop listening to Taylor Swift. Did I go through a break up I don't know about? Am I okay?

“Red tape doesn’t scare me. I’ll fight for this thing,” she gave him a shrug, her smile small as it poked up her lips. “You have to realize by now I’m going to misinterpret your words no matter what.”

“Go ahead. Watching you fight for nothing might be almost amusing enough for me to stand you,” he shrugged. “At least you’ll stay consistent in being wrong.”