big girls cry.

"Depends. Can I steal more food later?"

"You don't need to ask, Piper. You've been stealing it ever since we were roommates."

"That's New York for you."

camlee

"That's New York for you."

Well thank you, my father gave it to me.

Simmons, Lee Simmons.

Scout downed her own shot and set the glass back on the bar. “Scout. Nice to meet you, gorgeous.”

"Hot name, even hotter face."

You’re still talking to me? It’s Foley.

I like it.

"Do you talk just to hear the sound of your own voice?" His glare was harsh, much like his tone.

"Pretty much," Lee replied. "And, to annoy you."

Next round is on me then, we can’t drink this all night.

How kind of you. You have a name, hot stuff?

"Sure you do, babe."

"It’s Cameron. I know it’s difficult for you to get your head around one word but at least try to make an effort.”

"My apologies, Cam..." he paused, tempted to leave the sentence there. "...Eron."

"Impressive."

"I get that a lot."