He spits out the mint (that's probably not going to help now) and steps away from the table.


"No."

What he's saying no to isn't exactly specific, but it's pretty clear given the circumstances.

"No, I can't-- No!"

He claps his hands to his face.

"Oh god! What-- this isn't--"

And then he looks down at his...lower regions.


"Ohhhshit. Nonononono, goddammit, no. Listen-- Lilly! You! There'd better be a-- a whatchamacallit! To turn me back! 'Cause this? This? No! Just-- no! Shit!"



He runs off, knocking over a couple of chairs in the process -- and ducks into the men's room to hide. FOREVER. Well, not forever, but still.