[ It makes sense. Quentin has gotten fucked up six ways to Sunday at physical kid parties, and Eliot and Margo practically live and breathe them while Quentin partakes occasionally. Shit, Eliot probably needs enough tranquilizers to down a baby elephant before he starts to feel a slight buzz.
But they've remembered all of it, and that means all of it, and Quentin's metaphorical hand flapping has dulled. ]
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But they've remembered all of it, and that means all of it, and Quentin's metaphorical hand flapping has dulled. ]
Oh.
I... That makes...sense.
[ Give him a second. ]
So when you... we... you know. You remember that?