Leander: Nice. You know what I’m going to say.
Horatio: I’m not sure the spot color on this is working for me.
Leander: Can you just let a good thing be a good thing?
Horatio: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interfere with your murderous nostalgia. Want me to make it up to you? We can snuggle.
Leander: Don’t we have anything stronger than this wine?
Leander: I am always torn by the beauty of wisteria and the way it makes it really, really easy for people to climb into your second-story bedroom.
Flowered Sunset, Skagit, Washington
photo via sarah
Leander: In my version of this scene, it’s poppies. Otherwise, this is very familiar.
Horatio: Look at those clouds!
The Dark Hedges, Antrim, Northern Ireland
photo via pinspire
Nick: I wish the drive up to the house looked like this.
Leander: Gorgeous but kind of creepy.
Jandar: Why do you people evenliketrees? Seriously? They are a menace. Look at them. They’rethinking about you.
Leander: You do realize that half of a tree is underground, don’t you?
Jandar: … What?
Nick: Trees. The root system typically extends as far outward as the crown of the tree itself. For stability.
Leander: So when you’re standing under a tree, you’re actually standing … inside it.
Jandar: I officially hate trees. Lurky bastards.
Green Stairway, Queensland, Australia
photo via felisias
Leander: I’m going to say it again. IVY, MOTHERFUCKERS. It’s destructive to stonework, they say. WELL BUILD ME A HOUSE OUT OF IT, THEN.
