Barry: What a sad tale of woe. How you holding up, fair brother of mine?
Adam: Uh, fine, I guess. What's your angle?
Barry: No angle. Just a friendly face offering his incredibly broad shoulder. Fuh-gicle?
Adam: It's pronounced Fudge-sicle. Again, what's happening right now?
Barry: Your girlfriend moved away. You lost your job. This must be a really hard time for you. Let's workshop these feelings.
Adam: To give you ammo to destroy me?
Barry: To support you.
Adam: Just stop stalling and get to the mean stuff. You know, I suck, I'm a loser, disparaging remarks about my hair, glasses, and lack of athleticism.
Barry: Hey, you don't get to pick the body you're born with. And I just want to help you get back on your extremely flat feet.