ME (picking up a book Brooke has brought into the bar with her): “The Society of the Spectacle”? Sometimes I think you never want to get laid again.
BROOKE: It’s true. I think I hate straight men.
MIKE SQUARED: Raff, your boob is falling out of your dress.
ME: Thank you, Michael. You’re a good friend.
MIKE SQUARED: You tell me when I have spinach in my teeth, I tell you when your boobs escape! It’s win/win.
MIKE 1: razumfrazumrazumfrazum…
JOHN: What are you saying? Is that a foreign language?
ME: He said, “This song has bongos in it. I like bongos.”
DREW (dancing by): Raff’s the only one who can understand Mike when he’s fucked up. She’s the Mike whisperer.
MIKE 1: mrfrzzngbiglle!
ME: Your fly is undone? I hadn’t noticed…
DREW: More shots! Happy birthday, James!
ME: James is at the other end of the bar, Andrew. Maybe you should slow down on the shots.
DREW: Shut up, Mary. Stop oppressing me! I will not be kept down!
ME (pointing to him): How can you not want a magical relationship like that in your life?
BROOKE: Tempting, soooo tempting…