David: Do you even know what that stain is or...?
Stevie: Uh, I'm worried if I did, I wouldn't clean it up.
David: Why are you cleaning it up?
Stevie: Sadly, um, I threw most of the broken glass you see here.
David: You were a bit of a mess last night.
Stevie: They told you?
David: Oh, no, no. We had a full-blown conversation. You were barely clinging to consciousness.
Stevie: Oh. Sorry. Did I try and make out with you?
David: Mm-mm.
Stevie: Good. But now I'm worried I made out with someone else. Uh, it's kind of my go-to when I'm a little boozy.
David: Mm. Mine's shame eating, so yours sounds more fun.