"What in the hell are you doing?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're making a... miniature wheelbarrow?"
"Uh, no. A birdhouse."
"A birdhouse."
"Yes."
"........"
"Don't laugh!"
"......."
"Ugh, you're such a jerk."
"Who are you making this for, anyway?"
"Jason, if you must know."
"You're doing something for someone, Cait?"
"Yeah, asshole. Is it that so hard to believe?"
"Calm down, babe. Don't get all PMS on me."
"..."
"I love it when you roll your sexy eyes at me."
"You're the worst complimenter ever. Sexy eyes? Really?"
"That totally makes girls swoon!"
"Your obsessed, crazy, slightly dangerous fans swoon. Doesn't work it on me."
"It should."
"Shut up, I'm trying to paint."
"Yellow and green don't go together."
"Who says so?"
"Uh, me and everyone else with a sense of fashion."
"You're wearing gray plaid pants and a dark pink shirt. What the hell."
"You're wearing a navy flannel skirt and a orange tank."
"Blue and orange match!"
"No, they don't!"
"Yes, they do!"
"Well, gray and pink match!"
"Keep dreaming, Grey."
"Heh, Grey and gray. Haha."
"Idiot."
"Your idiot."
"I don't think I want an idiot."
"I'll be a imbecile."
"Sounds better."
"So I can?"
"Can you what?"
"Be your imbecile?"
"...Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"
"...."
"I'll take that kiss as a yes."
"Good. Because it was."
"Alright then."
"Can I kiss you again?"
"On one condition."
"What?"
"If you'll build Jason a buildhouse."
"Deal."
"Then kiss me, Grey."
"Fine, Gellar."