Laurel: I was sleeping, and right in the middle of a good dream, like all at once, I wake up from something that keeps knocking at my brain. Before I go insane, I hold my pillow to my head, and spring up in my bed screaming out the words I dread...I think I love you.
Rochelle [quietly]: I think I love you.

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Gareth: What are we doing here?
Laurel: Getting the bugs out of my head?
Gareth: Sure.

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Bugs, you have met your match.

Laurel

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• Added: July 31, 2016