Jack (Inevitably Visible to Jules and Ray)
Har, har. And yet you find time to flirt with me over this thing. I feel special.
For what it's worth, I never saw you that way. And not all your parts are scarred. Especially not your personality, if I put up with your ass.
Don't apologize. It's fine. You don't get a vacation from your thoughts, I don't get one from mine... but you're right. This is hardly the time for depression to love company. I owe you one good bitchfest. Alcohol, no significant others, and the ability to pitch a bitch at each other without feeling shitty about it. And I'm not taking no for an answer.
'The Secret Life of Sir Jack's Doctor/Pianist/Bodyguard: Drag Shows and Domestics Abound'. I think we could sell it, already.