Pope, Struggling To Keep Upright In His 1 Inch Heels: Yeah, I-I Don't Really Think Heels Are For Me

Pope: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn't anyone around to help you? What if it's congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?

JJ: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out in bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

*after the motorcycle incident*

Pope: Is the pain bad?

JJ: It's not that bad.

Pope: Don't lie to yourself.

JJ: I'm not lying to myself, i'm lying to you.

JJ and Pope *staring into each other’s eyes*

John B *opens a beer*

JJ: we’re having a moment

John b: and I’m having a beer

Why JJPope would never last as a secret

John B: Hey, have you seen JJ?

Pope: I'M NOT SEEING JJ!

John B: What?

Pope: What?

JJ, in the distance: So much for playing it cool, Pope.

Pope: JJ...

JJ: Oh no, 'JJ' in b-flat.

JJ: You're disappointed.

Pope: Who hurt you? 
JJ: *snorting* What, do you want a list? 
All of the pogues: ...Yes, actually.

Married JJPope

Pope: These are crafts for the supplies table. I finally figured out what we’re going to be making.

JJ: Kids bored?

Cooper *drops his basket*: oh fuck.

*Pope gawks*

*JJ trying to hold back his laughter*

Pope, later that day: okay, honey. We need to talk about something. It’s about the word you said this morning.

Cooper: what word?

Pope, holding his hands: you know, the one starting with F.

Cooper: flower?

Pope: no

Cooper: fruits?

Pope: no.

JJ: if he doesn’t remember it, maybe we shouldn’t remind him

Pope, glaring at JJ: he said it three times.

Cooper: oh! You mean fuck!

*JJ, falls back against the couch unable to stop laughing*

Pope: JJ, leave the room!

JJ: Relationships should be 50/50. Pope cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter and look pretty.