Mr. Gold: Buddy! How are you?! What are you doing here during the middle of the day? You usually have to treat everyone that’s traumatized from Regina’s rule of evil.
Archie: I had a date with Emma last night!
Mr. Gold: What do you mean by date?
Archie: I mean that we went for a walk….talked some…had dinner.
Mr. Gold: Archie! That’s not a date! That’s what we do!
Archie: Yeah except this is with a chick so it’s TOTALLY a date.
Mr. Gold: Was there hand holding?
Archie: No…
Mr. Gold: Kissing?
Archie: No.
Mr. Gold: Hugging?
Archie: No…
Mr. Gold: Physical contact in any way?
Archie: She patted my shoulder after I walked her to Mary Margaret’s apartment.
Mr. Gold: Well that’s romantic.
Archie: Well at least she doesn’t feel violated every time I look at her!
Mr. Gold: Emma does NOT feel violated every time I look at her. I’ll have you know that she warmed right up to me when I took them out for ice cream.
Archie: It’s because you were in the ball pit trying to impress her while playing with Henry and she was texting and ignoring you!
Mr. Gold: Well it seems like we’re at an impasse.
Archie: Well let’s put some money on it.
Mr. Gold: Everyone pays ME Archie. They all owe you several IOU’s. I doubt you could afford the price I’d set.
Archie: Well then what do you want to bet?
Mr. Gold: We each try and get Emma to go to a movie with us. If I win, then we stop going to those horrible chick flicks that you insist on going to see during ‘bro’ night. If you win- I don’t know. I’ll tell Graham to stop taking your milk money or something.
Archie: Deal!
Mr. Gold: Prepare to lose, sucker.
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