Peter was inside the bar, about to propose to his girlfriend, Amy,
[They stumble out of the bar still fighting.]
PETER I’m out. I’m out. Jesus.
He swipes at Jack.
PETER I was kind of in the middle of something important, you ass-hat.
JACK This couldn’t wait.
They stop fighting and pull it together a little bit.
Peter straightens himself out. Jack takes a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.
JACK (holding out the pack) Have one.
PETER Maybe after.
Peter heads back into the bar. Jack grabs his arm and pulls him around.
PETER I don’t want a cigarette right now.
JACK You never want one anymore.
PETER Yea. ‘Cause cancer and sh#t.
JACK Jesus, Petey. You’re so whipped.
PETER (correcting him) Peter. And I’m not whipped just because I don’t want cancer.
JACK No, you’re whipped because you never used to care about getting cancer and now you do.
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