A: "IGGY, stop drinking."
E: "Stop whuttt? I dunno what your talking about,..silly~."
A: "I think I have to take you home for tonight~"
E: "Why would YOU have to take ME home? I'M THE BLOODY U.K.! YOU DON'T KNOW ME!"
A:"You're a bit drunk, Artie..."
E: "ugh-Am I catholic-or protestant?-God I DON'T remember! And You don't even KNOW what it's like! You never cared! Who was there for you when you first started?-ME!"
A: "C-calm down dude..."
E: "NO! YOUUU CALM DOWN! I'M YOUR BROTHER, FATHER...THING! SO RESPECT IT AND RESPECT ME!"
A: "Artie, you seriously need to learn to lay off the alcohol..."
E: "PHFFF, you first..."
A: "I don't get drunk. You do. It makes you all...Mot gentleman..ly..."
E: "I'm not a gentleman? Awhh, A-Alfie, why didn't you just say you wanted more 'Us' time?"
A: "Well I guess it wouldn't hurt..."
E: "What wouldn't hurt? but you could bring your brother too, or something."
A: "I think my job right now is to take care of you, so i'm not leaving. 'Whats-his-name' can wait."
E: "I don't need YOUR help-I'm s bloody adult! Wanker!"
A: "Yes, but you're also a *imitates British accent* 'bloody' drunk adult."
E: "...isn't it past your bedtime or something, kid?"
A: "I'm 19, I have no bedtime. Would you like to go home?"
E: "Hm, maybe, but what's it to YOU, what I wanna do? Not like you'll care, you'll just push me away again later!"
A: *gets up and throws Arthur over his shoulder* "Man, you're light! 'course you probably don't even eat, considering the food is gross, am I right?"
E: "herm something like that-WAIT! DON'T LEAVE FLYING MINT BUNNY!"
A: " He'll find his way back t your house, I wouldn't worry..." *leaves bar, pub..thingy...*