When your lesbian mums come to bail you out of prison after you were wrongly charged with murder, and they start to lecture you about the need of making friends:
Thomas: "If we’re all being hunted by some highly creative murderer, we might as well enjoy our last moments alive. Might I offer a few alternatives to spiders and dingy tunnels? Perhaps drinking too much wine. A warm fire. Inappropriate flirtations."
My favorite Thomas Cresswell moment is when he climbed up to Audrey’s window while the wind was blowing like hell and he could have (and probably almost did) died while doing it. That’s some real devotion right there!
Does anybody know where I can find a 6'1 ft tall, brown haired, smart, respectable, witty, sarcastic, romance book reader, cat lover boy who is very good in making deductions?