Episode 69 - The first time I saw you - Part 1 and 2
Cruz: Where are you, Eden?
Eden: To be honest with you? I was just thinking about the first time I saw you.
Cruz: Really? How nice.
Eden: You were pouring sweat, if I recall right.
Cruz: Rippling muscles, all tanned.
Eden: I remember thinking you were trouble from the first minute I laid eyes on you.
Cruz: Yeah, I had you pegged from the start too, sweetheart. Spoilt and snooty.
Eden: Do you remember the first time we met?
Cruz: No, I don’t think I do.
Eden: It was a Saturday. I remember thinking it was strange that a gardener should be working on Saturday. But then you were no ordinary gardener, were you, Cruz?
Eden: You must be Pepe.
Cruz: Heh. So?
Eden: Monsieur Emillion was telling me that you’re good with horses...and trees.... natural things.
Cruz: Now, that’s why he’s a rich man. He's good judgement.
Eden: It’s hot out here.
Cruz: Verdad. Horses like women, act bad in the warm weather.
Eden: They’re the same.
Cruz: What are?
Eden: Women. And horses.
Cruz: No, a little different, one has two legs one has four. The one with four is the... the more advanced form of the species. They're much more preferable company sometimes, do I tell you.
Eden: That’s sweet.
Cruz: Well, I like to tell the truth, not too much fluff about it. Some people find it refreshing, some people can't take it.
Eden: Would you like something to drink? Some lemonade?
Cruz: No. Maybe you should offer some to him, though.
Eden: Maybe I will next time. Sorry to bother you.
Cruz: No bother. Just don't have a lot of time to talk to rich girls who don't have nothin' better to do than make lemonade.
Eden: You know you may know a lot about horses, but you know nothing about civility or manners, do you?
Cruz: Nobody’s perfect.
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Cruz: That’s not the first time you saw me and you know it.
Eden: What do you mean?
Cruz: I noticed you watching me from your bedroom window several times before that.
Eden: I did not!
Cruz: Yes, you did. What are you telling me? You thought I didn’t notice?
Eden: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Cruz: You don't?
Eden: Nuh-uh, absolutely not.
Cruz: You don’t have to feel worried about it, I watched you too.
Cruz: At night…you used to turn the light on and pulled down the shade…half-way…and then you’d undress…
Eden: You watched me?
Cruz: You bet I watched. Especially since you planned it.
Eden: Don’t be absurd.
Cruz: I liked what I saw, too. Especially on those hot nights when you wouldn’t even bother to wear a nightgown.
Eden: You should've been arrested.
Cruz: Yeah, I was.
Cruz: I was stopped dead in my tracks, I couldn't move. I used to beg for you to turn the light off so I could… regain some of my composure.
Eden: Maybe we should get something straight right now, Cruz.
Cruz: What’s that?
Eden: That if you ever did that again, I’d put your eyes out.
Eden: I have a question.
Eden: Why did you call yourself Pepe in France?
Cruz: I had my reasons.
Eden: No one believed you were Pepe.
Cruz: They believed it.
Eden: No, they didn't. Pepe would never had a mean streak in him. You didn't look like a Pepe.
Cruz: Oh, come on, Eden ...as in garden of....
Eden: Oh no, please, just wanted to know why you were called Pepe.
Cruz: You really wanna pin me down on this.
Eden: Only in a matter of speaking.
Cruz: You're sure about that?
Cruz: Too bad. Well, sweet dreams.
Eden: You're dumping me off?
Cruz: Trying to, yeah.
Eden: It's rude.
Cruz: What's rude about it? You got home, didn't you? Nothing happened.
Eden: Not yet.
Cruz: You’re looking for trouble?
Cruz: Yeah, you. That summer you couldn't get enough of it.
Eden: That wasn't my fault.
Cruz: You'd like to think that, huh?
Eden: I know it.
Cruz: If this is the best we can do, maybe we really shouldn't see each other.
Last Updated on Monday, 8 July 2013