Francis: [on the phone] Beebee, you can't imagine how much I miss you. It is like a white-hot fire burning in my chest. The only thing that keeps me going is just the thought of holding you and stroking your hair and being with you in a perfect, golden moment.
Beebee: Oh, yeah. I'm totally the same way.
Francis: Oh, I'm just so- Are you watching Buffy?
Beebee: I can do both.