Listen, Billy has a thing about hitting women. He doesn't do it. For a moment, he wonders if this old bitch is gonna make hi— ah. Joan slaps his shoulder and it jolts him, equally unexpected, so purely boyish, something he'd expect on the court, not from her. Unfortunately for her, if the men on horses come, Billy's probably too confident to duck.

"You're fucking wasted, if you're gonna puke I'm not holding your hair back. What's it been? Two days? Four?"