Sara Sidle: Steve, you don't look so good. Are you feeling okay?
Steve Reppling: Yeah, I'm fine.
Sara Sidle: Look, I know what you mean about moving on to other things. When I was your age, I couldn't get there quick enough. I started to wish there was some magic potion I could swallow to make myself older, cooler - turned out there was. The down side was, the next day, I would feel awful: my mouth would be dry, my-my head would be pounding, and-and I could just smell this sweet, sugary poison seeping out of my pores.
Steve Reppling: [Vomits watery liquid onto the floor]
Sara Sidle: You're a tequila man, huh, Steve?