Poppy:
Oh my God! Why are you still talking? Move it along, buster.
Blake:
I’m going to take your microphone away if you keep interrupting me.
Poppy:
I’d like to see you try, Hollis. I go to boxing classes three times a week.
Jack:
Can the two of you not threaten each other? Or can youat least move it outside of the studio room? This shit’s expensive. I don’t want Peter to kill me.
Blake:
What I’m trying to say is that spending time with you is the best part of my day, every day, without fail. When I’m not with you, I’m thinking about you, and when I am with you, I’m happy. I love you. Every single piece of you. You’re my person. I’ve already gone twenty-nine years of my life without you and now that I’ve found you, I plan on showing you just how much I love you every single day for the rest of my life. I’m a little broken and a little messy, but I swear to God I’ll love you with every jagged piece of me.
Jack:
Okay. Wow. That was … surprisingly sweet.
Blake:
Oh, um, I’m not done.
Poppy: