[[Ian, with Orip on his head, stands, bedraggled and beaten up, with JM
JM: For someone who doesn't drink, you sure look like hell warmed over.
[[flashback displays Ian surprised, Matt crying and JM with pointer finger in the air]]
Ian(recalling): UGH. I was up all night taking care of Matt's dumb self. Walking him home. Making sure he didn't fall off a bridge. Patting him on the head when the beer wore off and he got even more depressed???
JM: Well just think, as bad as you feel, he must feel ten times worse.
[[Matt, with an extremely cheerful expression]]
Matt: Hey fellas, WHAT'S UP?
[[Matt is standing up straight, chest thrown out, Ian has a crazed expression on, fists raised towards Matt, and JM is holding his shoulder back]]
Matt: Anyone up for a morning jog?
JM: Before you kill him, remember he's the only one who'll proofread your English papers.