geeoice: sure roy
geeoice: whatever you say
geeoice: you scan the crowds for a drunk whoo girl
geeoice: then you make a beeline and say "wanna come throw up in the comfort of my apt? i'll hold your hair for you"
geeoice: then as you drag her passed-out a$$ back to your apt you're thinking, "sweeet. scored a hunny for ROY!"

I'm pretty sure Joyce just says these things to get on my Tabulas ...