howlingfantods:

RUTH: I’m not naïve.
HARRY: I didn’t say you were.
RUTH: It’s bad enough that the bombers are homegrown. Now they’re going to blow us up with our own weapons.
HARRY: You’re absolutely right. (pause) Would you like to have dinner one night?
RUTH: I’m sorry?
HARRY: Dinner. That is if you’d like to, of course.
RUTH: That’s…that’s quite a conversation shift.
HARRY: Well, onto a rather happier topic than weapons of mass destruction. Or your naïveté.
RUTH: (smiling) I’m not naïve.
HARRY: I’ve booked a table. It’s a place I think you’d like.
RUTH: Very presumptuous of you. I might have said no.
HARRY: Well, I’ll go anyway. Be like the Charlie Chaplin character waiting for the girl and making the bread rolls dance. What film was that?
RUTH: Gold Rush.
HARRY: Ah, yes.
RUTH: You won’t have to. Wait, I mean. I’d love to have dinner. Together.
HARRY: That’s good.

Spooks - 5x03, “The Cell”

<3 Epic spy love, <3 inappropriate segues.

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