Kaz: I...NO. I don't.
Don: then why do you keep stumbling your words?
Kaz: I'm just...thinking about other things, ok?
Don: fine. *chugs some tequila*
Kaz:...can you hand me some of that...?
Don: *grabs another bottle and gives it to you* here. Knock yourself out kid.
Kaz:...not a kid.
He chugs it.
Don: I know!
Kaz:..Do you now?
Don: What do you want from me!? *chugs half the bottle*
