DUDE. TOTALLY. TOTALLY AND UTTERLY WHIPPED. AND YOU JUST KNOW THAT BOTH THE OTHER BROTHERS ARE ABSOLUTELY IN AWE OF HER.

"Who the fuck am I speaking to?"

"..Uh, Yvonne's Florist, specialists in high class floral arrangements. My name is Sarah."

"Right. Get Yvonne on the phone right fucking now, tell her it's Rahm."

...

"Rahm, lovely to -"

"Yeah, whatever, you too, I'm in a fucking hurry so let's skip the damn pleasantries. I need your motherfucking best pansy-ass creation delivered to Ari's fucking yesterday."

"Special occasion, Rahm" She sounded amused.

"Fuck you, this isn't a special fucking occasion this is World War Three if you don't get those flowers there now. My ass is on the goddamn line."

"Of course. I'll just put it on the tab."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, just get it done or my life is a living hell for the next six weeks, minimum, and that gives me more than enough time to get so fucking angry I'll put you so out of business your dead grandma will go broke."

"Consider it done."

"Don't fuck it up or I'll fuck you. I'll kill you. All right, I love you. Bye."

Yvonne hung up the phone with a smile on her face.