Lame, and lamer. If you're going to give me a name, make it a cool one. Like Scarface.
[Another reference that might go over Jim's head, being a future brat.
Leonard's just starting to feel a light buzz, and that's as far as he'll go. He never drinks enough to be compromised. Even now, with the edges of the room a little softer, he still knows every exit, who's armed, and doesn't sit with his back to anyone who smells like a threat.
He dances a coin over the back of his knuckles and flips it to the bartender. Not so much a tip as a chance to show off to his drunken captive audience.]
I'd ask why you're here, but I already know.
My guess? Baaaaad breakup. Bad, bad, bad. Am I right?
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[Another reference that might go over Jim's head, being a future brat.
Leonard's just starting to feel a light buzz, and that's as far as he'll go. He never drinks enough to be compromised. Even now, with the edges of the room a little softer, he still knows every exit, who's armed, and doesn't sit with his back to anyone who smells like a threat.
He dances a coin over the back of his knuckles and flips it to the bartender. Not so much a tip as a chance to show off to his drunken captive audience.]
I'd ask why you're here, but I already know.
My guess? Baaaaad breakup. Bad, bad, bad. Am I right?