She hadn't gotten laid in years. This really isn't me.
This isn't, uh, far from me. Really, I would've been willing pre-brain. Pre-zombie. Pretty much anywhere after my 12th birthday.
IZombie · Season 1
She hadn't gotten laid in years. This really isn't me.
This isn't, uh, far from me. Really, I would've been willing pre-brain. Pre-zombie. Pretty much anywhere after my 12th birthday.
[Clive holds up a mug shot of Blaine] Blaine. We found him.
Gets crazier. DeBeers is an alias, too. It's a moniker he picked up from some high schoolers he sold beer and pot to with a real winner, Julien DeWeed. As in 'Blaine's got da beers, Julien's got da weed.'
[Blaine sits in the interrogation room at the police precinct wearing handcuffs]
I'm chafing a little here. I suppose it's too much to ask for the fuzzy ones?
[Peyton stops Clive from interrogating Blaine]
[to Peyton] You look good on a white horse.
[Ravi gets home from his nightly digging]
Minor, guess who found some bones!
[Ravi finds Major in the kitchen after arriving home]
Hey. Good night of making rich white people less fat?
Yeah. It's God's work what I do.
[Ravi watches erotica-brain Liv leave the morgue]
Go forth and direct your lust elsewhere.
So, here's the thing... if I can't deal with Blaine anymore, you think I could, um... get brains from you? From here?
I don't really know you.
Oh. No, I totally get it. I'll make the Blaine situation work.
But I'd like to know you.
[Drake chuckles] Yeah? Just say when.
Hey, I'm pre-ordering this book. You're not the only one in a dry spell.
[Peyton in a southern accent] I don't know what it is, but it makes me drunk southern. Uh-huh.
[Blaine in a southern accent] Mmm-hmm. What about champagne? [Blaine in a French accent] Do you go French? Ooh! What about tequila?
Oh, God, no. You do not want to know what happens to me when I drink tequila.
I'm pretty sure I do.
No. No.
Yes. As for me... [Blaine in a Cockney accent] I go drunk Cockney, I do. Oh! A cuppa mudder's ruin, luv, an it's all 'Varder those bonnie lallies.' Etcetera, etcetera.
I'm going to be in this chair for the rest of my life. You know what gets me through my days? Knowing that people look at me and they see a hero. You know what I was going to be once that book came out? The guy who couldn't give it to his wife, so she fantasizes about doing it with everybody else. Threesomes. French guys. Ex-cons.
She didn't cheat on you. They weren't her stories.
No one's gonna believe that. I begged her not to publish. She didn't care. My wife didn't care.
[last lines]
[before leaving Liv's home, Peyton tells Liv with tears down her eyes] You know, you sleep with someone, you think you know them. But they could be anybody. Good night.
[as Liv walks into her bedroom, seeing Drake in bed] Everything okay?
[first lines]
[Liv walks into her bedroom, seeing Drake in bed] Everything okay?
Yeah. Just helping a friend. Sorry I took so long.
Don't be sorry. Watching you crawl back into bed is not a bad thing.
[Peyton arrives at Ravi's house for a sleepover]
[when Peyton apologizes] Don't be sorry, we love having you here. Although, you do have a habit of picking the marshmallows out of my cereal, leaving me with a less-than-ideal ratio of marshmallow to crunchy bits, but, you know, I'll let that slide... [when Ravi sees that Peyton's been crying] Oh, no, Peyton. What is it?
I screwed up at work.
Can I do anything? I mean, because if you want me to pick every last marshmallow bear out of that box for you... I'll do it.
When I was in college, I had this professor, and when he'd hand out the Friday quiz, he'd say, 'Duck soup for you, Sweetheart.' I think he thought it was easier for me than everyone else. But I was probably working twice as hard.
Yeah, before you moved in, I just assumed you were a fembot that plugged into a charging station at night.
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