Tim teasing : ha! You’re so short Lucy deadpan: put some inches in me then

Tim : be myself ? The person that got me into this mess ?

Lucy : babe, you have to apologize Tim : fine Tim, to Angela : unfuck you or whatever

Angela: Fuck. Grey: Language! Tim: Shit. Grey: Language! Nyla: Who are you calling a bitch? Grey: Language! Lucy : What the frick-a-frack, tickity tic tac are you doing ? Grey :....what the fuck?

Lucy : no one would want lettuce as their last meal. for example, my last meal [pulls out a package from his pocket] is gonna be m&ms Angela : you just... keep those in your pocket? Lucy : we face death every day. i gotta be prepared to go out on my own terms.

Lucy : what was the happiest moment of your life? Tim : when you kissed me back.

Lucy : being a girl sucks Tim : being my girl wouldn’t

Nyla : I have a headache Nolan : maybe you're dehydrated. drink some water- Nyla : no, it's you

Tim : what other jobs have you had ? Lucy : I used to work in a zoo Tim : brilliant and what did you take from that? Lucy : definitely not a penguin Tim : What?! Lucy : what

Lucy : ugh. why did you buy another blue hoodie? I look better in green. Tim : they're my hoodies. Lucy : yeah, but i look better in them

Lucy *annoyed at tim* : you can return this! It’s what I was going to wear on date night Tim : there’s nothing in here but lip gloss Lucy : Tim : Lucy : suffer

Lucy : I liked you first! Tim : Well, I said “I love you” first! Lucy : [gets down on one knee] I proposed first. Tim : Well, I- Wait, what?

Boot : How long were you a rookie for Ma’am? Lucy : 16 years. Boot : How is that possible? Lucy : I counted in dog years because my TO was a bitch. #TheRookie

#TheRookie #Chenford

Tim : Your son put his shoes in the fridge again Lucy : Oh so suddenly he’s only my son when he does crazy things Tim : Putting little boots in places they shouldn’t be is a trait you’ve had for years

Angela: I have decided I am, in fact, a snack. It's just that no one is hungry Wesley : I’m starving

Lucy : being a girl sucks Tim : being my girl wouldn’t

Lucy : oh fiddlesticks! that really ruffles my feathers! Angela : please for the love of god just say fuck

Angela : what are you writing ? Lucy : my to-do-list Angela : that’s just a sticky note with Tim’s name on it ….

Tim : *Voice calling* Lucy : *declines* Lucy texting : wait, I’m in the shower Tim : *video calling*