Hey, hey-- I never quoted, merely referenced. Much lesser sin. [ dear rachel: he likes you. ] Oh, I didn't mean the shirt off my back. You'd have to get it tailored, for one.

I just-- well. Know a few people who probably could find a thing or two. The shotglass, though? [ holding up a bottle of fucking nice wine now, rachel. ] Not the most traditional method of conveyance, but hey: space kidnapped. What is?