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MJP and Muffin (Season 1)
Menorah Jams, Pham:
Teetotaler? There you go with the tea again. Welcome to Wall Street. Must not be the same as it is in Ohio or wherever you landed in from.
You don't want my choices, boyo. To get even to senior co-executive VP of Eastern European derivatives, I've already been a widow, a divorcee, and in a few... ahem... questionable photo shoots.
Hey, Mickey, two of the usual.
Listen, if a double Everclear straight up is too much for you, kid, I'll have yours. It's still early and heaven knows that the lumpy oatmeal I was drinking earlier doesn't count. Liquid breakfasts suck, especially when it's just a few olives out of a martini.
To your health!
Dizzy H. "Muffin" Muffin:
Right, to health. Off the top of my head I can't say I'd be particularly interested in being under, um, that precise set of circumstances, no.
Maybe you might be looking for love in all the wrong places? Any change might be good, it sounds like to me. Now seems like it'd be a fairly good time to do that. You could certainly, y'know, do with a better romantic life, it seems to be. Or a worse one, I suppose, but, um, well, actually, let's just leave it at that. Think that might be a good idea?
Menorah Jams, Pham:
Ugh. My head. Oh my God, my head.
They mean it when they say "do not drink while on this medication."
Crap. My phone's missing. Who are y- oh crap, you again. Look, I'm pissed off enough at myself right now not to care that you're here, so please, just go away, okay? End this. I don't know what you've been through - LITERALLY, I do not know - but it's all downhill from here.
Crap. Water. Icy, icy cold water. Two of 'em. No, wait, I owe you, so make it three.
Dizzy H. "Muffin" Muffin:
Hey -- uh, well, I'd say you can't fault a guy for trying, but you already have. Even then, though, it seems to me that trying to rough it all by yourself isn't getting you anywhere. Really, I think what you need is someone to help you through the hard times? Getting shitfaced clearly isn't helping, cuz of medications. Ugliness seems to be the only thing coming from this situation. You know what I'm saying?
Menorah Jams, Pham:
Genius, take a look. I don't need someone to help me through this. Welcome to the classic "pushing people away in aim of help" except I don't aim for help. There isn't much of me left and you're basically faulting your own logic for being here. Besides, you played right the hell along every step of the way, too. Don't lie. I know it. Why else are you trying to hide that bottle of sweet tea? I hate that stuff, it's terrible, and the only reason you had it was to try and look cute.
Listen. Don't even try for the effort. Just turn around and walk away. Otherwise you're gonna be caught up in this. There's no "me" left, just whatever whim hits and takes hold. You saw damn well how I acted ON the meds. All that "A Million Little Pieces" shit is truer than anyone wants to admit, and it's scarier. You don't have what it takes. This is me not being an outright hormonal bitch goddess this time - this is me saying I'm going to take this on alone and come out intact alone. I have enough to deal with without having someone else horn in on me.