Brooke: Wow, those are so gorgeous! I didn’t think of flowers… just, ya know. Since we’re concentrating on the house and such.
Army Boy: It’s our first Valentine’s day, though. I wanted it to be special.
(kissing, gross ew ew ew)
Army Boy: Do you like red roses? They just struck me as most appropriate.
Brooke: Because you loooooove me.
AB: Well, I didn’t want to get yellow to be all “Happy Valentine’s Day, Buddy!”
Brooke: True. I could see that…
AB: What do you think of pink? I couldn’t figure out what they “meant” and wasn’t sure about mixing pink and red.
Brooke: I think pink just represents ‘being female.’ Grace, gentleness, blah di blah.
Army Boy: What do black ones represent then?
Army Boy: Yeah, they had black roses. I assumed it was a goth thing. Like, “I am dreaming of eternal torment and misery with you.”
(Brooke laughs her ass off. Again. End Scene.)