(In)correct The Rookie

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*