This is for Margaret.
(Source: sallyintheskywithdiamonds)
I think of this scene every single time someone mentions Poirot. Or going out on Friday nights.
(Source: eddierussett)
Miranda: We’ve got a lovely relationship that we’re showing off about, have we? “Oh, I’m so in love…” Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! I don’t know who St. Valentine was, but I hope he died alone, surrounded by couples!
I’m actually absolutely indifferent about V-Day, but I do love Miranda Hart.
Gary: Please tell me we can move on from this.
Miranda: Yeah I do wanna move on from this.
Gary: Really? Oh thank you, thank you. Listen, Tamara’s gone she thought it’d be best to get out the way. And I only didn’t tell you ‘cause….
Miranda: …Gary wait. I want to move on from you…us.
Guys, what even was this. I mainlined this whole series this weekend, and all this build up and NO JOY?! WHAT. WHAT. UGH.
THEY ARE THE CUTEST, YOU GUYS. IT KILLS ME.