Liv: See? I told you those jeans would look great on you.
Emma: They aren't too tight?
Liv: No, no. Not at all. But this- I mean, Emma, yellow - Not your color. Okay? Seriously. Oh, but you know what? Try this. Because - You know what? Keep it. It never hung right on me anyway.
Emma: Of course it doesn't hang right on you. It's...my size, and it's new. This is the Dolce blouse I told you about last week.
Emma: Liv, I can't.
Liv: Hey, hey. It was on sale. I practically made money on it.
Emma: Liv, it's too much.
Liv: Emma, Emma. Emma- Just say thank you. just-
Emma: Thank you. It's beautiful. I love it.
Liv: Good. Now this- Emma's stuff. Emma's stuff. Let's get rid of it at one point. You moved out, like, a hundred years ago. Okay. Daniel's sweater? Cardigan? You wanna try that?
Emma: Yeah, love it.
Liv: Tiffany box.
Emma: You're getting engaged?
Liv: I'm getting engaged. I'm getting engaged!
Emma: You're getting engaged! Oh, my God!
Liv: Oh, my God! Emma-
Emma: No! Stop it.
Liv: No.
Emma: Liv!
Liv: I have to look.
Emma: Stop it!
Liv: No, no! You can't stop me.
Emma: No!!! I'm sorry. But he should see your face when you first see the ring.
Liv: Good call. You always think of others, Emma. It never occurs to me like that. I mean, sometimes it does.
Emma: I'm really happy for you.
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Emma: Promise me you won't tell anyone until after he proposes.
Liv: Oh, God. I would never. I'd be out of my mind. (walking into the pub) I'm engaged!