Brooke: Okay, putting aside the fact that I do look pretty good considering I've been on a plane for like a day and a half, you cannot ambush me at the airport with flowers and a nicely tanned end of summer body, considering the way we left things...three months ago.
Lucas: Actually I'm just here to pick up my mom from New Zealand. I didn't think you were coming in until tomorrow.
Brooke: You thought wrong. Oh, look, there's my cab; quick, maybe you can tell me you love me or something!