[Dena's Room]

"You want them to spit?" Tina asks, sticking her tongue out at Dena. "Oh, whatever. Tell you what. If I can't help with complex surgery, I know what can!" Tina's voice turns sing-song. "Copious amounts of alcohoool!"

Tina stands up and slings her purse over her shoulder again. "You two almost made me forget what I actually came by for. Which was you two. C'mon. I don't know if those little guys can spit but I bet they can get drunk."