Lucy: Why do you keep following me around?
Tim: To make sure you don’t do something reckless.
Lucy: Or maybe you just like watching me work.
Tim: Don’t flatter yourself.

Lucy: Careful, Bradford, I might start thinking you enjoy having me around.
Tim: I’d deny it, but we both know you’d just smirk and call me a liar.
Lucy: Correct.

Tim: What am I going to do with you?
Lucy: Hopefully something that involves less scowling and more action.
Tim: ....Lucy...
Lucy: What? I’m just being helpful.

Tim: You’re going to be the death of me.
Lucy: What a way to go, though.

Tim: You can’t just get your way by batting your eyelashes at me.
Lucy: You sure about that? Because it’s working.
Tim: ...It’s not working.
Lucy: Then why are you smiling?

Lucy: Bet I can make you smile before the end of the day.
Tim: You’ve already lost.
Lucy: Oh, come on. I saw the corner of your mouth twitch!

Lucy: You seem tense. Want me to help you… relieve some of that tension?
Tim: ...You’re talking about sparring, right?
Lucy: Am I?

Lucy: I’m not saying I’m perfect, but I am saying I’m perfect for you.
Tim: In your dreams, Chen.
Lucy: Funny, because you were in mine last night.

Lucy: Admit it. You like when I tease you.
Tim: You’re insufferable.
Lucy: That wasn’t a no.

Lucy: You know, if you loosened up a little, you might be more fun.
Tim: I’m fun.
Lucy: Sure you are… in the ‘angry drill sergeant who secretly has a soft spot’ kind of way.
Tim: If you’re trying to get me to admit to that, it’s not working.
Lucy: We’ll see.

Lucy: Do you always have to be in charge?
Tim: Yes.
Lucy: Noted.

Lucy: I’ll make sure to test that theory later.

Lucy: Do you ever let anyone top you?
Tim: *stares* What?
Lucy: I meant in arguments.
Tim: Oh...
Lucy: Why, what did you think I meant?

Lucy: Why are you scowling at me like that?
Tim: I’m not scowling. This is my face.
Lucy: Oh, okay, resting Bradford face.

Lucy *annoyed at tim* : you can return this! It’s what I was going to wear on date night

Tim : there’s nothing in here but lip gloss

Lucy :

Tim :

Lucy : suffer

Lucy: We need to be serious about this mission.
Tim: Define 'serious'.
Lucy: No flirting with me mid-explosion.
Tim: Then I can’t make any promises.

Lucy: How're you feeling?
Tim: Not good. I have this headache that comes and goes.
John: *walks into the room*
Tim: There it is!