You’re a giant baby.
You’re a … giant.. baby.
Hey, making s’mores at midnight is legit. It’s s’mores power hour. Any other time you’re just some lunatic making Frankensteinian marshmallow sandwiches in your microwave like like a demented, comfort-food-craving manchild.
If you get up and make them, be sure to bring one to bed for me.
… no you gotta come with me.
You wanna make smores at one in the morning?
I wanna make smores at 12:53 in the morning.
Hey Sammy let’s make smores.
Tonight, Dean told me he’d give up Princess Leia in the gold bikini for me. If that’s not true love, I don’t know what is.
And you say I suck at romance talk.
Hallmark’s got nothing on me.