i love cook.
“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” — Emily Bronte
Naomi: Cook! Cook, this isn’t right.
Naomi: Sorry, it just… isn’t a goer.
Cook: Fair enough.
Naomi: Is that it? You’re not even gonna try and convince me? Most guys would.
Cook: Most guys aren’t me, babe. You fancy me, I’m cool with it. So there’s obviously another reason why you won’t fuck me, and it’s probably a good one ‘cause you’re, you know, clever.
Naomi: You’re a lot nicer than most people think, aren’t you Cook?
Cook: Fuck you.
Naomi: Fuck you right back.