Denise: I hope it was Drew. And I hope he gets his butt thrown out of here.
Lucy: What did he do to you? [whispers] Did he smack you around?
Denise: Worse. He told me he loved me. Who does that? Don't you see? He's trying to get me to trust him so then he can just let me down.
Lucy: Crazy idea: you could just say "I love you" back.
Denise: Yeah, but then if it doesn't work out, I'll have to kill him, go to jail, escape, come back and kill you for giving me that advice.
Lucy: I love how our friendship is based predominately on threats.