Gabriel Caine:
[Fitz, lying on the motel room bed, extremely hungover]
So, can I get you something? How about some anchovies and milk? Some deviled eggs? Fitzy, come on, you gotta get up and take me to the airport, 'cause I gotta go to Texas and get Roy, like, now.
Fitz:
Why do you have to go get Roy? There's no problem with him coming down on his own.
Gabriel Caine:
There is if he doesn't know he's supposed to. Sugar?
[for his coffee]
Fitz:
What? Gabe?
Gabriel Caine:
Yes?
Fitz:
Roy's in, right? I mean, did Roy say he isn't in? He didn't say that, did he?
Gabriel Caine:
No, no, no, no, no. He's in. I mean, pretty much. You know, he hasn't said that he's... out.
Fitz:
Gabe?
Gabriel Caine:
Yes?
Fitz:
What did he say when you asked him if he's in?
Gabriel Caine:
Fitz... I haven't asked him yet.
[holds up coffee]
Fitz:
[Fitz runs to the bathroom, slams the door and proceeds to get sick]
No good? How about some pork tartare? Some goulash, maybe? How about a little Spam and yogurt? How about some moo goo gai pan?
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