- Helene: [Puts drink on counter]
- Isaiah: What's this?
- Helene: Zombie. Brandy, rum, pineapple juice and a splash of lime.
- Isaiah: I didn't order a zombie.
- Helene: Well, it seemed appropriate.
- Isaiah: Okay. I'll bite. Uhhh... Approriate because...
- Helene: Because you're living like your dead. Obviously. I mean, that girl that you like is probably out there somewhere, finding someone. And what are you doing? You're staring at an envelope for two days.
- Isaiah: I don't recall asking for your hot-take.
- Helene: Well, I'm a bartender, so it kinda comes with the territory.
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