“Why are you both covered in dust?” “It’s plaster,” Santo tells her. “Okay, why are you both covered in plaster?” she repeats “Spent the night knocking down walls.” Gabe smirks. “I’m out before you two start acting like a happily married couple and shit.” “We are a happily married couple,” I tell him. “My point exactly. It’s sickening.” He laughs.
