Bridger, didn’t she ask you to make her a sandwich when you stopped by to pick Melody up for ice cream on Friday?
Bridger
True fucking story.
Rafe
Did you make her a sandwich?
Bridger
I don’t make sandwiches.
Easton
You let an old woman go hungry?
Bridger
Have you forgotten that I’m in therapy? I can’t be an asshole all the time. I sent her a sandwich from the Honey Biscuit Café and had it delivered.
Archer
For fuck’s sake, this is out of control.
So what’s going on today that you are suddenly on board with what we’ve been telling you for almost a year?
Archer
I came home from a meeting and Melody was sitting on the couch with a Coke, watching TV in the middle of the afternoon.
Clark
The Coke sent you over the edge.
Archer
It’s pure sugar.
Rafe
And what was Mrs. Doubtfire doing at the time?
Archer
It’s Mrs. Dowden, dickhead.
Don’t deflect. Answer the question.
Archer
She was sleeping.
Easton
Well, if you never get off that recliner, you’re bound to fall asleep.
Bridger
