Shitty knows way too much about housing codes and property law. He initially learned property law to save the Haus from being condemned, but then he realized that reading archaic, flowery law opinions while high was the most fucking hilarious thing ever. Everyone at his law school is confused by and a little afraid of Mr. B. Knight, because while no one else wants to touch all those old, mostly nonsensical British common law cases, Shitty eats that shit up
Hurley and Sloane mackin it after some sweet-ass race. You bet those smoke clouds are from some battle wagons they blew up the fuck. You bet that’s a giant mounted crossbow on the back of that car. You bet there are crossbow bolt holes in their car. This is the most romantic thing I can think of, basically, please just let these girls be happy.