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.
