Emily: "James, why are you mad at us?"
James: "I'm not mad at either of you."
Emily: "I can sort of understand why you'd want to distance yourself from us, but you keep coming back. I think that's what's making it so difficult to deal with. Especially for Mary. She deals with things in black and white better than things in greys."
James: "While Mary herself exists in Technicolor."

Emily: "You really like her, don't you?"
James: "I'm sure she told you how I made my feelings about her abundantly clear at the reception. Why are we talking about this at all?"
Emily: "Because otherwise things fester below the surface. At least this way, even if it's not easy to talk about, it's not getting ready to erupt into something ugly and hate-filled later on."
James: "Is that what you think is happening?"
Emily: "I don't know, not in any real sense anyway. I do know that I feel like there's something big and horrible looming on the horizon and that maybe we'll be better off if we're able to face it together. Of course, I'm also starting up therapy again soon so this could just be the ramblings of a crazy person."

Emily waited while James took a long drink before turning to face her again.

James: "Why did you do it?"
Emily: "I wondered when that would come up. Apparently I was drugged. That seems to be the best theory at this point, and it comes from my next-door neighbor who writes on his walls and thinks I'm a walking confectionery."
James: "Sounds interesting."
Emily: "James, I didn't want to die. I don't care how it looks, I'm just not like that. It's not like I can't handle rejection, if anything I'm used to it. As far as I was concerned, Andy was just another name to toss on the pile. Certainly he wasn't worth killing myself over."

James replied with a silent nod and turned his attention fully on the drink in front of him, seeming miles away. Emily glanced warily over her shoulder but couldn't see where Mary and Tristan had wandered off to. She sighed heavily before staring blankly at a ring of condensation on the bar.

James: "I generally try to stay out of other people's business."
Emily: "But…?"

Emily did her best to control her impatience as James hesitated.

James: "You know what? Probably best to just keep right on staying out of things. Never mind."
Emily: "You can't just start to say something and then change your mind."
James: "Last time I checked it was a free country. Sort of."
Emily: "That's really irritating. Now it's going to bother me all night."

James: "You and Tristan. What the hell is going on with the two of you?"
Emily: "Not a damned thing."
James: "That's not what he told me."
Emily: "Great, he told you about that. What the hell, are you two secretly women?"
James: "And you didn't tell Mary? He was really upset by what happened."

Emily quickly finished the last of her drink, ordering another before responding.

Emily: "Yeah well he sure seemed to get over it pretty damned fast."
James: "Is that what you think?"
Emily: "It's pretty obvious. Less than twenty-four hours later and he's quite happily back together with Deanna, what else am I supposed to think?"
James: "You two have got to be the stupidest people I've ever come across."

Emily: "Gee, thanks James. There's nothing I like better than having my intelligence insulted."
James: "Seriously. He said the same thing."
Emily: "About what? It's not like I went crawling back to Andy or something. That doesn't even make sense!"
James: "And this is why I'm going to go back to minding my own business. You people are all insane."

Mary: "Ok James, I finished killing your best friend. I hid his body in the ladies' room, but don't tell anyone."
James: "In that case I'll just go join his doppelganger for a drink. See you around."

Mary: "I'm ready to join you on the dance floor whenever you want."
Emily: "You know, I don't think I'm really feeling much like dancing anymore."
Mary: "Why not? What happened? What did James say?"
Emily: "Nothing. Everything. It's the same damn shit over and over again, I'm getting really tired of it."

Mary: "Well you know what you have to do."
Emily: "What's that?"
Mary: "Something different. If James gave you something to sulk about, then what you have to do is go out there on the dance floor and have a good time instead. Or at least fake it for a while."
Emily: "You're really scary tonight."

Mary: "It may be one of our last nights of freedom, no sense in wasting it being sulky at the bar."
Emily: "Oh god, you really did kill Tristan, didn't you? We're going to jail soon, aren't we?"
Mary: "What? No! I may have some job leads for us, that's all. I'll tell you about it later, now come on! DJ Italic Squirrel is spinning us some choice dance tunes and we're wasting time chattering away in here."