Donna: Rachel, call me as soon as you get this. It happened. And by it, I mean … oh, shit. I gotta go.
Harvey: Who was that?
Donna: No one. Rachel.
Harvey: You told her, didn’t you?
Donna: No, yeah.
Harvey: Well, in that case, I hope she listens to her messages before Mike because I just left him a doozy.
Donna: What? I didn’t authorize you to do that. Wait, seriously, what did you tell him?
Harvey: What did you tell Rachel?
Donna: That you were better the first time.
Harvey: Good because that’s exactly what I told Mike about you.
Donna: No, you didn’t. And neither did I because you weren’t. Because more vigorous isn’t necessarily better.
Harvey: Neither is younger.
Donna: Really? Twelve hours in and you’re going to chuck that one out?
Harvey: Twelve years in and, no, Donna, I’m not. Because I am glad I came over last night.
Donna: Me too.
Harvey: You do know I’m coming over again tonight, right?
Donna: Yeah. Harvey, I do know that. There is one thing that I don’t know. What exactly changed to make you come over here?
