Terry. Love. [Luci comes around the corner with her whiskey and the bottle in her other hand.] Why am I even here if not to listen to your shit? I could be blowing up a bar right now, and several months ago even I'd wonder why I'm here instead.

[She rolls over the back of the couch, somehow keeping her whiskey upright, and lands next to Terry right in his personal space.] But what can I say? You were good to me, and I want to be good to you.