зима - время кроссоверов, ибо на улице холодно, учеба давит, погулять не удается. бла-бла-бла. во всем виноват тумблер и слишком много свободного времени. заниматься надо, Кьют, заниматься.

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NEAL: Hey... there.
OLIVIA: Hey.
NEAL: (thumb up) So, you’re FBI too. Cool.
OLIVIA: Yeah, I happen to be. And you must be that damn good caught criminal they talk about.
NEAL: Yeah... (pause) Nice suit.
OLIVIA: You really should not try to be all charming here. It doesn’t work.
NEAL: Not a bit? Oh, just admit it.
OLIVIA: (smiles)



NEAL: Oh, you’re so not her.
OLIVIA: Neal... Neal, it’s me.
NEAL: (points a gun at her) Shut up! You’re supposed to say you’re her.
OLIVIA: This really shouldn’t end up like this. Just let me go.
NEAL: No. You’re going with me.
OLIVIA: (takes a gun out of a shoulder holster) I don’t think so. Lower your gun. If I am who you think I am, so you know she shoots to kill.
NEAL: Damn. Liv...
OLIVIA: I’m sorry you can't tell the difference between me and her. Give me your gun and step aside.

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