diálogo entre aspas.

- I didn't think you were going to show...
- Sorry. Surgery went a little late.
- So, you really think I have all the necessary qualifications?
- I can't discuss this with a dry mouth. What have you got, there?
- Peppermint tea.
- I'm going to have a mug of peppermint tea, pleased.
- This isn't a job interview, is it?
- It's some kind of interview. You're judging me. I'm judging you.
- You have the upper hand. I don't know anything about you.
- I'm on antidepressants because a doctor friend of mine thinks I'm miserable. I don't like them. The made me hazy. I eat meat. I like drugs... And I'm not always faithful to the women I date.
(...)
- You don't seem depressed.
- You do realize you just skipped over several deep character flaws that most women would run screaming from.
- You told the truth.
- Yeah... I don't always do that, either.
- How miserables can you be, saving lives, sleeping around, and doing drugs.
- Were you on the debating team in high school? Also, I hate tea. (and drink)