The L Word2004

Bette:
[trying to ascertain Lara's orientation based on the limited data that Dana's provided] Dana, honey, we can't, you know, possibly make any kind of accurate analysis when you haven't even had a conversation with her. I mean, we need something to go on.

Dana:
Well, she sends me food.

Bette:
Mmmhmmm.

Dana:
She... she sends me vegetables on skewers, with, um, with like these perfect little grill marks on them? And, um, sometimes she sends me these dipping sauces with like no fat or anything else heavy in them, not to mess up my training, you know.

Tina:
These skewered vegetables? Did she come up with them all on her own, or did you order them?

Dana:
No, she just sends them.

Bette:
But she hasn't spoken to you.

Dana:
No.

Shane:
[seriously] Ask her out.

Bette:
No, no, no, Dana cannot do that. And that's totally understandable. You don't want to put yourself out there for someone who maybe is just being nice to you, because, you know, you're an important person at the club.

Dana:
Exactly.

Alice:
[rolling her eyes] Please don't encourage her.

Bette:
It's okay, Dana. We are gonna take care of this.

Alice:
[gasping] You mean?

Bette:
I mean.

Dana:
[laughing but obviously clueless] What?

Bette:
[smiling] We are going to deploy a mission to ascertain the disposition and intent of one Miss Lara Perkins.