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DAISY: You okay?
KIRK: Ask me again after a couple shots of whiskey.
DAISY: You want some company?
KIRK: Yeah. That'd be good.
DAISY: Your place or mine?
KIRK: Doesn't matter.
DAISY: Hey. Talk to me.
KIRK: I was there when he died. Now he's alive.
DAISY: Hey, preaching to the choir, buddy. My boyfriend just came back from the dead, too, remember? It's weird. It's a good thing, but it still feels weird.