Oh, yeah, his pictures of his daughter kill me every time.
Ok, Walsh and Beaumont!
Allison buys the pumpkin because the youth group at Cole's church is selling them as a fundraiser and she is powerless to resist. Jason carves it (or, really, hacks at it while she sits and harasses him about it.)
Neither one of them is very fond of people jumping out at them, so they hold hands the whole way through to keep each other from automatically flattening any overzealous actors.
Classic 1960s/70s-era Playboy bunnies. Allison can barely stand up she's laughing so hard. Walsh lost a bet with Schraeger so he's in heels and shaved legs and falsies. And the little tail. He makes it work. (And the post-costume sex is epic. They resolve to explore the whole cross-dressing thing a little more thoroughly.)
Who needs a blanket fort when Walsh's bed is the focal point of his living space?
Walsh is definitely a candy thief (mostly absentmindedly) but since Beaumont is the one who gets to watch him eat it, she doesn't mind.
It's really very strange how two NYPD detectives can get so lost in a simple corn maze that nobody can find them for hours and hours. And how bits and pieces of stalks end up inside all their clothes. Very strange.
Beaumont's family has all these stories of this auntie who was a bruja, or that cousin who just knew when bad shit was going to go down, or how all the old ones had long conversations with the dearly departed on Dia de los Muertas. Jason isn't scared, exactly, but it's a little creepy how matter-of-fact everyone is about it.
Walsh collects the leaves because he's in a long con on Alvarez about how you put a precise combination of different tree leaves in water and let it steep like tea and drink it to keep your, uh, manly strength up. (Eddie doesn't want to disappoint Nicole in the bedroom, and he was clueless enough to ask Walsh how he keeps up with his hot Latina girlfriend, so Walsh is seeing how nasty of a brew he can sucker Alvarez into drinking.)
Re: Hallowe'en
Ok, Walsh and Beaumont!
Allison buys the pumpkin because the youth group at Cole's church is selling them as a fundraiser and she is powerless to resist. Jason carves it (or, really, hacks at it while she sits and harasses him about it.)
Neither one of them is very fond of people jumping out at them, so they hold hands the whole way through to keep each other from automatically flattening any overzealous actors.
Classic 1960s/70s-era Playboy bunnies. Allison can barely stand up she's laughing so hard. Walsh lost a bet with Schraeger so he's in heels and shaved legs and falsies. And the little tail. He makes it work. (And the post-costume sex is epic. They resolve to explore the whole cross-dressing thing a little more thoroughly.)
Who needs a blanket fort when Walsh's bed is the focal point of his living space?
Walsh is definitely a candy thief (mostly absentmindedly) but since Beaumont is the one who gets to watch him eat it, she doesn't mind.
It's really very strange how two NYPD detectives can get so lost in a simple corn maze that nobody can find them for hours and hours. And how bits and pieces of stalks end up inside all their clothes. Very strange.
Beaumont's family has all these stories of this auntie who was a bruja, or that cousin who just knew when bad shit was going to go down, or how all the old ones had long conversations with the dearly departed on Dia de los Muertas. Jason isn't scared, exactly, but it's a little creepy how matter-of-fact everyone is about it.
Walsh collects the leaves because he's in a long con on Alvarez about how you put a precise combination of different tree leaves in water and let it steep like tea and drink it to keep your, uh, manly strength up. (Eddie doesn't want to disappoint Nicole in the bedroom, and he was clueless enough to ask Walsh how he keeps up with his hot Latina girlfriend, so Walsh is seeing how nasty of a brew he can sucker Alvarez into drinking.)