"Yeah ok you have a point, sense has never really worked for me. Trust you to remind me of that. And sure I can make something of it, I could make something of you talking to me now if I wanted, but I'm sure I can talk up the lizard thing. You alone? Didya go home with anyone? Did anyone go home with anyone? How's Nathan?"
What, that wasn't out of nowhere! He liked Nathan, the man would pour him drinks even when he had no dough and would let him cough it up the next time he was flush. Bobby stands and wanders over to his cabinet and looks at the glass half-full of gin and contemplates it for a second and then thinks what the hell, and sips at it. Eggs. He'll have eggs later.