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Frannie: There is. If you had her right before you came here, she'd barely be a month old. Maybe...Maybe she hasn't been adopted yet. Maybe we can...Get her back.

Frannie: /Quinn/...

Frannie: So, we fix this. We can fix this. It's fixable. I'm here. I'll help you.

Ollie: But I didn't force you to do that. Not with me. I used to be the person you'd come to. You used to trust me. I know you're going through some shit. And normally I'd do the whole therapist thing, take your time, work through it, and we can still do all those things but whatever this is is causing nothing but self-destruction, and until you address the core of the issue, whatever it is you're hiding, nothing will get better. You can't even begin to progress.

Ollie: That's the furthest thing from the truth I've ever heard. You are a good person you just don't like to show it.

Q: Not you, but that doesn't mean that you're immune when I'm don't trust the whole, entire world. And for good reason, too. What if I don't want to progress?

Frannie: Oh gosh darn that man. I...Quinn.

Frannie: Is that what you wanted, little sister?

Ollie: Suspicious? For now? I'm still really lost on who it is you think you're talking to. This is how I've always been. If you want to have these walls up with everyone else fine, do what you want. But don't pretend something in my character has changed because you've decided you can't trust anyone.

Ollie: That's horse manure, Quinn. Don't make those decisions for me either. I'll be the judge of what I do and don't think of you.

Q: "Because I've decided," as if I chose that and it wasn't forced on me.

Frannie: You- Oh, have mercy. Yes, but I'm you sister.

Frannie: So that's why...I wondered, you know. I wanted to reach out but you've...Made it quite clear over the past few years you weren't interested in hearing from me. I've missed you, Quinn. I'm here. Where's...Where is the baby now? Does he...Is Oliver aware that you...?

Q: Russel. Fabray. He hid it as quickly as he hid that tattooed girl he's cheating on Judy with.

Frannie: You...What? /Quinn/- When? How? I mean, I know /how/ but I...With who? Why didn't I know about this?

Ollie: Won't work, I guarantee. You're too precious. So then what's the hold up? I'm not giving up. Not on that and not on you either.

Ollie: Because I care. So stop the bullshit, you know that's what it is. You will. You do. You're just hurting right now. Doesn't have to be that way if you'd just let me help you.

Q: You say all the right things. For now. That's suspicious.

The Conference Room is literally the best place in this Sanctuary right now. It’s like so adorable and it’s got like so many cute animals. I wanna live there. I think I’m gonna live there this week. I’m gonna be the one hanging out by the lizards, alright? Okay, cool. 

So you’re just like.. hanging out there all day... probably with a bunch of other people too, huh? The noise is probably unbearable.

Ollie: Give me amnesia. Even then most things like that aren't permanent. Still waiting on that explanation you "can't tell me" too.

Ollie: Thanks sweetheart. You're going to do big things too. I believe that. I need you to, too.

Q: I know a drug or two that might help, or a football player or two that might be able to. I know you are.

Ollie: Guessed I ought to check in since I haven't heard from you.

Ollie: Remind you that I'm still here.

Q: Right. What do I have to do to make you forget about me?

Simon: Hey Miss Quinn! There's a pool party thing happening tomorrow, you wanna come?

PM: Yes, Miss, thank you for the lesson!

PM: No problem. I guess you’ll see me back in the room when you see me.

PM: Ah, yeah, okay, that’s a fair enough point, Miss. Uhhhhmmmm, did you seriously put it all in the tub or are you joking, it’s hard to tell…

PM: The last thing I need is a floundering Sub in my living space, making me feel bad. You can take a guess or you can go find out. Either way, I bet you won’t leave shit in the common living space anymore.

PM: I think so? Anyway, not getting praise doesn’t put me in a tailspin, Miss, so please don’t worry about lip service. Honesty’s better, I think, so with that in mind, I think I might have left some stuff out in the common area of the room? If I did, I’ll clean it up when I get back.

PM: We’ll see about that. You’ll have to forgive me for not trusting your word. I don’t know you from Adam and in my experience, not all Submissives are aware of their emotional limits. Not that I care. Of course you did. It’s all in the bath tub with the water running, better hurry with that cleanup. I’m going for a walk.