Vic: Warren, you live with Gibson, is everything okay with him? Ben: Define your version of "okay." The guy drinks pickle juice, like, from a jar. And he listens to weird-ass music. Vic: I don't know, he seems on edge or something. Ben. I mean the guy barely sleeps.
Jack: Storm's coming in. Miller: Exactly. In the form of too many people coming over to my place. Where is Warren anyway? I only agreed to do this for him because he's been a sad-face emoji ever since Dr. Bailey kicked him out.
