Poppy: Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing June Elizabeth Morgan. I will find you.
Poppy: You don’t want me sending a gigantic rubber dildo to the office, do you?
June: You wouldn’t!
Poppy: I’d even address it to Mom with a note for you inside.
Kinsley: Remind me not to get on your bad side.
Kinsley: OMG! Ryan has the ball. He’s running his ass off. LET’SGOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Poppy: They said he’s a tight end and now I can’t stop staring at his ass.
Kinsley: But look at fifty-five over by the bench. Those thighs and that ass are what dreams are made of.
June: Goal!
June: Score?
June: Google said touchdown. That’s my bad.
Poppy: You should probably learn the basics.
Kinsley: What does Oliver think?
June: He’s enamored. He’s been glued to the game since it started. Every time Ryan takes the field he shouts “Daddy.” It’s super cute.
Poppy: Wasn’t that the girlfriend they just showed?
Poppy: Did he say anything about her?
June: Yes. And no.
Kinsley: Thanks for not boring us with too many details.
June: It didn’t come up and it doesn’t matter. I’m sure we’ll meet at some point.
June: I’m glad he has someone.
Poppy: BULLSHIT.
Poppy: When are you going to find someone? Seriously, June. When was the last time you were serviced?
June: You think I’m a car?
Poppy: Just saying. You’ve got to clean out the attic every now and then or you’ll have a family of bats living in there.
June: I don’t have bats in my vagina.
Kinsley: That’s a mental image.
Poppy: Was football daddy the last guy?
Poppy: He was, wasn’t he?
Poppy: June, this is sad. I’m not telling you to get married or jump into a serious committed relationship. You owe it to yourself to have some fun.
Kinsley: Just double wrap that dick just in case.