For All The Time I Loved You
[Hummerhome]
Calleigh: Horatio, you're going the wrong way.
Horatio: I'm not going the wrong way. The map is wrong.
Calleigh: The map is not wrong. Your driving is wrong.
Horatio: My driving is fine. If you would just say the right highway, then we'd be fine.
Calleigh: I told you the right highway, and now you're going the wrong way.
Horatio: I'm not going the wrong way.
Calleigh: Yes you are. Look, you were suppose to turn off this way. Your stupid sunglasses can't help you now.
Horatio: Yes they can. I couldn't see the sign before. Now that I put on my shades, everything is clear.
Calleigh: Why didn't you have them on before?
Horatio: You want me to tan like this?
Calleigh: You don't tan. You burn.
Horatio: Do you want me to burn like this?
Calleigh: If we don't get lost, then yes.
Horatio: We're not lost. We just don't know where we're going.
Calleigh: That means we're lost.
Speed: *raises hand* Hey mom! Dad! The turn was back that way.
Calleigh: *turns around* Why don't you go back to your coloring book so 'mommy' and 'daddy' can figure this out okay?
Speed: Why are you telling me that? If anyone has a coloring book, it's Eric.
Delko: I finished mine. I mean...I don't have a coloring book, what on earth are you talking about?
Missy: It's right here. Animals of the arctic.
Delko: Yeah and I didn't have a white crayon.
Speed: The paper is white.
Delko: The paper is 'off-white'. That means a white crayon would work. I just wished I could have colored that arctic fox.
Speed: So color him now.
Delko: Um, I don't have a white crayon.
Speed: Make him brown.
Delko: I don't have a brown crayon. I have a black crayon though. Now if only I could make brown from black. Oh wait, I don't have a WHITE CRAYON.
Speed: Um Eric?
Delko: What?
Speed: Those are felt pens.
Delko: So?
Speed: They don't make white felt pens.
Delko: How do you know?
Speed: I was nine once too.
Delko: Aw your mom gave you coloring books?
Speed: They were not coloring books. They were learning books.
Delko: But you could color in them right?
Speed: Yeah.
Delko: Dude, that's a coloring book.
Speed: No it's not. It was one of those books where they give you multiplications or divisions, and the answer is the color stated at the bottom.
Delko: ....What kind of sick parent would give that to their child?
Speed: The kind of 'sick parent' that wants their kid to acheive an IQ.
Delko: But weren't those books hard?
Speed: Yeah.
Delko: So what did you do? Throw a tantrum?
Speed: No, I tried to figure it out.
Delko: And when you couldn't figure it out?
Speed: I cried.
Delko: *laughs* You cried?
Speed: I was nine.
Horatio: See I told you something happened when you were nine.
Calleigh: WATCH THE ROAD!
Horatio: I am.
Calleigh: You almost hit that car.
Horatio: I saw him.
Calleigh: It doesn't look like you saw him.
Horatio: Hey if he was in the way of 3000 tonnes of American pride, then that's his problem.
Calleigh: 3000 tonnes?
Horatio: We just put a new crime lab in here.
Speed: We also put Eric in here. Did you count him too?
Delko: HEY. *punches Speed* I have muscle. It's not fat.
Speed: Suuure.
Delko: You're not going to hit me back?
Speed: Why would I do that? It will only accomplish you getting angrier, thus hitting me harder.
Delko: ...Did you learn that from your stupid math coloring book?
Speed: Simple logic my dear Watson.
Delko: You're not Sherlock.
Speed: My name starts with an S, and I investigate murders. Close enough.
Delko: ...*scratches head* ...Your name starts with a T.
Speed: *blank stare* ....*punches Delko*
Delko: OW!
Calleigh: WILL YOU WATCH THE ROAD?!
Horatio: I AM WATCHING THE ROAD!
Calleigh: You just swerved to the left.
Horatio: I was about to swerve back to the right if it makes any difference to you.
Calleigh: You want to take out the entire highway?
Horatio: The drivers know where the ditches are.
Speed: QUIT IT!
Delko: *points to Speed* I'm not touching you, I'm not touching you.
Speed: Stop it.
Delko: You can't hit me because I'm not touching you.
Speed: Quit it.
Delko: I'm not touching you.
Speed: *leans into Delko's hand* Now you are. *punches Eric*
Delko: OW! Come on man that one hurt.
Speed: Then don't touch me.
Delko: *rubs arm* ...I wasn't.
Katie: WHOA CHEEST-ITS! *runs to cupboard*
Carly: Can I have some?
Katie: NO! All for me! *grabs bags*
Carly: You're going to eat all of them?
Katie: I'll try to take a breath in between, but sure.
Anni: That's not healthy.
Katie: Do I look like I'm concerned about how I look?
Anni: Health has nothing to do with how you look.
Katie: Well...*sticks tongue out*
Anni: That's mature.
Katie: At least I'm not punching.
Anni: That is true.
Katie: Who wants Ketchup chips?
Carly: I DO!
Katie: *throws chips*
Carly: YES!
Delko: OW! HORATIO HE BIT ME!
Speed: I did not bite you.
Delko: Well you pinched me and it hurt.
Speed: How is that even the same as biting?
Delko: They both hurt.
Speed: So does falling off a building but no one's going to look at the guy smooshed all over the pavement and say "I think he was bitten."
Delko: I would.
Speed: And that's why you're still a level 1.
Delko: Well if you look at it, being number one is the best.
Speed: Why?
Delko: Well there's being first place, first to discover something, first to arrive somewhere, first to pass a test...There's no I'm number three. Usually the third place person gets a ribbon and some juice and gets told to go home.
Speed: ....*punches Delko*
Delko: OW! Hey we have cheese-its?
Katie: *growls*
Delko: ...*pulls hand away slowly*
TBC......
