Oliver: hey, what are you doing here?

Laurel: I told Joanna I’d clean out Danny’s locker. And you?

Oliver: Tommy sent me over to make sure the guest list for the firemen’s gala /'gælə /was accurate.

Laurel: Tommy’s been working very hard on that. It’s very generous of you, Oliver.

Oliver: it’s truly not. Speaking of Tommy, he told me that you are being very protective of your drawers. This is not a fancy term for your underwear.

Laurel: are you and I seriously having this discussion?

Oliver: well, we’re friends.

Laurel: yes, Tommy asked for a drawer.

Oliver: and this is bad?

Laurel: no. it’s just … I’m an all or nothing type of girl. First it's a drawer, then it's a closet, half my rent, it's half my life. Am I really ready to do that with Tommy?

Oliver: you could take it slow.

Laurel: I don't take things slow, remember? I close my eyes and I jump, just like you. I think that's why we spooked /spuk /each other. Our feelings … our fears, they control us. It's not the other way around. You know?

Oliver: yeah.

Laurel: I have to get inside.