I’m going to go grab a table. Guess it’s on me then. Two beers. I want a cigarette so bad. May I? Yeah. See, I hate to go on about this but I think this bra situation is the least of our problems. Cause you look like sh*t I mean look at you. Your eyebrows are a mess. No they aren’t! You look like a beast. A wild beast. I mean come on, one t-shirt a week? Talk about personal hygiene. You sound like my mother. Maybe I am your mother.