Claire: So what does your schedule look like for tomorrow?
Richard: I’ll start at the very beginning. That’s a very good place to start.
Claire: Speaking of which . . . Close your eyes. OK, you can open them.
Richard: Oh.
Claire: Mark just got one of these. He said a five-year-old could use it.
Captain: Richard, use your words.
Richard: Actually, I was thinking of writing on the Corona.
Claire: Oh.
Richard: No, but this is good. No, this is—you’re right. This is better.
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Christopher: Abby, this guy is a perv. We got to get out of here now.
Abby: OK, he’s a famous writer, OK? Get a life.
Christopher: You are my life.
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Captain: I think the doctor may be on to you.
Richard: Oh, hush your mouth.
Captain: Knock, knock. Who’s there?
[Knocking at door]
Richard: Shit. What do you want?
Abby: I came to see if you’re OK, ‘cause your head was . . .
Richard: It’s fine. I’m fine. You need to go.
Abby: What?
Richard: You need to go now.
Abby: Well, screw you, too. And you were the one who came on to me, by the way.
Richard: What?
Abby: Last night, asshole. I was gonna apologize for hitting you, but forget it. You’re a creep.