Grace…

• Belle: I meant to ask; how did you know Regina had me locked up in the asylum?
• Jefferson: Don't even worry, honey. Just go be with your man.
• Belle: But I--
• Jefferson: Go.
• Belle: I--
• Jefferson: Kiss the hell out of him.
• Belle: What--
• Jefferson: Tap that.
• Belle: You--
• Jefferson: Have beautiful babies together.
• Belle: I'm sorry, I don't--
• Jefferson: Oh god I ship it so hard.