Brooke McQueen: [entering] Hey.
Sam McPherson: [preparing food] Hey.
Brooke McQueen: Big date?
Sam McPherson: Uh-huh. Yup.
Brooke McQueen: 'Member those. What are ya cooking?
Sam McPherson: Chicken a la last minute.
Brooke McQueen: Sam, do you have everything you need?
Sam McPherson: Yeah, yeah. A phone for calling 911, a barf bag, yeah, I'm pretty much set.
Brooke McQueen: [holding up book 'A Medical Guide To Symptoms'] Obviously, your cooking can't be this bad.
Sam McPherson: It's not. It's... just, I'm worried about somebody.
Brooke McQueen: Who?
[goes to refrigerator]
Sam McPherson: Harrison. He... You know what, you're probably not the right person for this.
Brooke McQueen: [returns] Actually, Sam, I understand, after his debate meltdown today... I'd be concerned too.
Sam McPherson: What... what are you talking about?
Brooke McQueen: Just at the run-through, I mean, he started screaming at this innocent lighting guy, like a... coked-up Andy Kaufman.
Sam McPherson: Great. More fodder for your campaign?
Brooke McQueen: You know what, that's not fair!
Sam McPherson: Oh, and... and painting Harrison as a druggie is? Here's a clue, anyone who knows about a boy band with rotating membership is borderline obsessed.
Brooke McQueen: If he's not on drugs, then what's going on with him?
Sam McPherson: I don't know, but I'm gonna find out, and the only thing that I'm certain of, is that you're wrong about him.
Brooke McQueen: You don't sound very certain, Sam. Have you asked him?
Sam McPherson: [shakes head] No.
Brooke McQueen: You should. Look, if he has a problem, someone needs to confront him.
[waves, leaves]