Edwin Modlin II

Gwen Cummings: God, I love afternoons like this. You know what's missing in this afternoon? That I don't have a very dry vodka martini with two olives in a chilled glass. God, I miss that.

Eddie Boone: You know, lately I've been lying awake at night thinking of all the dumb-ass things I've done when i was messed up. One night last year, at dinner, I threw up all over my glazed ham. Then I was thinking, "Well, maybe nobody noticed."

Gwen Cummings: I don't think of it as a garnish.

Eddie Boone: Yeah, I'm a winner. Oh, God. You know what the worse one was? For me? My best friend in the whole world. Grew up playing ball, hunting and fishing. One Sunday morning, he walks in on me and his wife in bed. You never live that one down. Tell me one of yours.

Gwen Cummings: Excuse me?

Eddie Boone: What's the worse thing you ever did when you were messed up.

Gwen Cummings: Oh... Uh. I don't know

Eddie Boone: Oh, come on. Give me a couple, I'll pick one.

Gwen Cummings: I don't really remember any.

Eddie Boone: I just told you some stuff that's... you know.

Gwen Cummings: I'm a drunk. Drunks forget everything, you know?

Eddie Boone: Come on.

Gwen Cummings: Why? So I recount the last 15 disgusting years of my life to humilate myself? No thanks.

Eddie Boone: Why not?

Gwen Cummings: Because I don't feel like it. I don't feel like talking about it.

Eddie Boone: What's a matter? You too good for me?

Gwen Cummings: What, are you dense? Did your mom drop you on your head? I said No I don't want to talk about it, so just drop it.

Gwen Cummings: It was the most unbelievable episode. I wish you'd seen it. Everyone was losing their minds. What are you doing?

Andrea: Packing. What does it look like?

Gwen Cummings: You're not leaving for another couple of days.

Andrea: So? I am leaving. Might as well get ready. There's no point in making this room all homey if I'm only going to be here for only, like, 42 more hours.

Gwen Cummings: Come on. There's twenty minutes left til curfew. Let's get some ice cream. Satisify those sugar cravings of yours.

Andrea: No thanks.

[Sticks out her tongue to show she's been eating chocolate]

Gwen Cummings: You don't have to do this, you know.

Andrea: Do what? How do you know what I have to do? Have you ever left rehab before?

Gwen Cummings: No but I...

Andrea: Okay, but nothing. You've never left rehab before, so you don't know what you're talking about.

Gwen Cummings: True, but I have been a part of some very emotional sing outs...

Andrea: Oh, God. I'm sorry. You sang "Lean on Me" a few times. The stupidest freaking cheesy song ever. Oh well, my mistake. You must know about leaving rehab better than anyone.