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Is that why you shot me? … Because you loved me too much?

Is that why you shot me? … Because you loved me too much?


“Nothing beats an equally-matched screwball pair, bickering their way towards each other like a force greater than gravity. I love that their bickering goes on even on their way towards kissing each other, like a last line of useless defense. They kill me. This show has done such a good job of teasing the romance – couching the flickers of real emotion within all the layers of crap they fling at each other. We’re teased along with them, never knowing which way is up.” (x)

Nothing beats an equally-matched screwball pair, bickering their way towards each other like a force greater than gravity. I love that their bickering goes on even on their way towards kissing each other, like a last line of useless defense. They kill me. This show has done such a good job of teasing the romance – couching the flickers of real emotion within all the layers of crap they fling at each other. We’re teased along with them, never knowing which way is up.” (x)