Re: Call: Sam/Cris
Yeah, papi, you're the fucking calmest. Calmer than me even. [She smiles.] We can fuck on the shit that isn't working, huh? How's that? [But more serious.] I can work during the day. We can get a sitter, yeah?? There's lots of old ladies in town. [Considering.] I need to know what you wanna do, yeah? I can't make this decision in a vacuum or whatever. It's not fair, and it'll just make shit complicated to shift around later or whatever. If we wanna sell the store or whatever, we can do that. It's costing us fucking money to keep it since Meredith. Do we gotta move back to the jail if you go back to being sheriff?