When are you going home?
Soon.
Have you had something to eat?
Yes.
When?
Yesterday.
Yesterday? You look like shit.
Thank you.
You're welcome. You want a pizza?
No. I don't want any pizza.
Go home, Harry.
In a little while.
You can look at that stuff all you want. The words are not gonna change. You know that.
I know.
If you don't get some rest and something to eat, you're gonna die. And if you don't go home, you're gonna die here. I don't want you to die here... because if you die here, that'll mean I have to do all that paperwork. And right now, I'm up to my ass in paperwork.
The answer is in here somewhere. It always is.
It'll be there tomorrow.
[sighs]
All right. Let's get a pizza.
I hate pizza. Let's go get drunk.
What? You're the one that's always worried about my health.
Oh, you can die in a bar. That's okay. I can skip out and leave you there. It's just when the bodies fall across my desk, you see? That's when it becomes a real drag.
