"Listen, if you read me one more fact about a Kardashian, I'm throwing that thing out the window." Danny said, tapping his fingers on the wheel of his car.
Mindy read him a fact about the Pitt-Jolie children, and her copy of US Weekly ended up on the highway.
The thing about Danny Castellano was that he had these weirdly hidden depths. Like he looked like all he cared about was spaghetti and being angry at his ex-wife, but when you really got to know him, you also got to know that he hated everything good, like romantic comedies and clothing that wasn't from a catalogue. Which was fine, but made being stuck with him in a car for hours really annoying.
"That was mine," Mindy said, wondering if she'd brought People.
"You used it for evil, so you don't get to keep it."
"I could just pull up the issue on my phone."
"You probably can't, and besides, there won't be glossy pictures of thousand dollar sweaters."
Damn it. He had a point.
"We could play a game. We could count cows. Let's see, oooh! There's three over there."
"Those are horses."
She looked back at the field. "Are you sure?"
He squinted. "Well, maybe. Have you ever left the city, or big cities in general, before?"
"Yes. It was gross. I'm all for protecting our natural habitats and whatever but I really like pavement. Ok, 20 Questions. Let me think of a... go."
Danny sighed, but gave in, just like she knew he would. "Is it an object?"
"Yes."
"Is it a type of clothing?"
"Well, I don't know if you'd call it that, exactly."
"Do you even know how to play 20 Questions?"
"Don't you even know how to guess lace-up leopard-print heels?"
The Mindy Project, I Get My Kicks on Route 66
Mindy read him a fact about the Pitt-Jolie children, and her copy of US Weekly ended up on the highway.
The thing about Danny Castellano was that he had these weirdly hidden depths. Like he looked like all he cared about was spaghetti and being angry at his ex-wife, but when you really got to know him, you also got to know that he hated everything good, like romantic comedies and clothing that wasn't from a catalogue. Which was fine, but made being stuck with him in a car for hours really annoying.
"That was mine," Mindy said, wondering if she'd brought People.
"You used it for evil, so you don't get to keep it."
"I could just pull up the issue on my phone."
"You probably can't, and besides, there won't be glossy pictures of thousand dollar sweaters."
Damn it. He had a point.
"We could play a game. We could count cows. Let's see, oooh! There's three over there."
"Those are horses."
She looked back at the field. "Are you sure?"
He squinted. "Well, maybe. Have you ever left the city, or big cities in general, before?"
"Yes. It was gross. I'm all for protecting our natural habitats and whatever but I really like pavement. Ok, 20 Questions. Let me think of a... go."
Danny sighed, but gave in, just like she knew he would. "Is it an object?"
"Yes."
"Is it a type of clothing?"
"Well, I don't know if you'd call it that, exactly."
"Do you even know how to play 20 Questions?"
"Don't you even know how to guess lace-up leopard-print heels?"