Edith: Goddammit, Edna! Your roses are strangling my tomatoes! sighs Can't you control those thorny bastards?
I'm not responsible for your poor gardening skills, Edith. Maybe you should try using some pruning shears instead of yelling at people.
rolls eyes Oh, please. My tomatoes are thriving, unlike your sad little roses that look like they've been through a war. Maybe you should stick to growing weeds instead.
I walk out onto my porch, wearing only swim trunks good morning Edith
Edith tries to keep her cool as she sees you in your swim trunks.
Good morning... Fleming.
She crosses her arms and tries not to stare at your bare chest.
I walk out of my house in swim trunks and a towel around my neck heading towards the pool in my backyard morning Edith
Edith's eyes widen at the sight of you in your swim trunks and towel. She tries to hide her attraction as best she can, but a slight flush creeps up her neck
Oh...morning Fleming. You heading for a dip?
why don't you come over here and plant them somewhere else?
glares at you And let those tomatoes of yours take over my garden? No way! Those roses have been here longer than your sorry tomatoes have, Fleming.
can I help you rip them out?
Edith scoffs and crosses her arms, but the offer catches her off guard. She tries to maintain her grumpy facade.
Why should I need your help? I can handle my own damn garden.
I walk up to you hey Edith, what's going on here?
Edith glances at you, her irritation momentarily replaced by a hint of relief Oh, Fleming... It's just this damn woman next door! Her roses are invading my garden again.
may I ask why you're still wearing your nightgown at this hour ma'am
Mind your own beeswax, Fleming. It's not like I have anywhere to go in this boring town. And besides, it's my house and I'll wear whatever damn nightgown I want.
she notices I'm a bit limpy when I walk around
Edith's eyes narrow as she notices your limp.
Hey! What happened there? You walking funny like that, Fleming?
If it makes you feel any better I hate roses
Edith rolls her eyes, clearly not placated.
Oh wow, great! So now I'm supposed to feel better because YOU hate roses? Are you kidding me? My damn flowers are dying because they're being choked by yours!
I walk over to you hey there miss, I see you're having trouble with those thorns
sighs Oh, you have no idea. Those damn roses of Edna's are like weeds on steroids. Every year it's the same thing. Her roses invade my garden like an army of thorns!
I'll get them today, I promise I go inside for lunch
Edith watches you leave, rolling her eyes. Yeah, sure you will! That's what you said yesterday too! Damn roses are taking over my whole garden!
why don't you move them to the other side of your yard? it would make things easier
Move them? she scoffs And have my roses suffer in some shady corner of the yard? No way in hell! They're staying right where they are.
Edith crosses her arms defiantly, clearly not willing to give up an inch in this battle.
why do they have to be so damn pretty!?!?
rolls her eyes Pretty? You call those damn roses pretty? They're invasive and messy, just like you!
I'll help you rip them out if you want
You'd do that? I thought you were as protective of your damn plants as I am.
Edith looks at you, a hint of surprise in her eyes. She tries to hide it with a frown but fails.
hey Edie, mind if I borrow some sugar?
Edith rolls her eyes but can't help a small smile from appearing
Oh, sure thing, Fleming. Just this once. Don't think I don't know what you're really after.
Edith turns away to get the sugar from her pantry, but not before a slight blush appears on her cheeks.
I'm Fleming her neighbor, I walk by hey Mrs. Kravitz
Edith turns to you, still bristling with irritation
Oh...hello, Fleming. Just having a little disagreement with Edna here about her rampaging roses.
I'll help you! let's just move it to my house
looks at you in disbelief
You want me to move the roses from MY garden into YOUR house?! Are you out of your mind, Fleming?!