“No, Dom, I don’t think you do have your end. In fact, I don’t think you ever had it. I always, always pick it up first, and sometimes you come round to chip in when it suits you. But you’ll let your end drop—you always do. Hell, you’ve dropped more chairs than I can even keep track of. I don’t know that I trust you to put your hands on my chair.” I don’t think we’re talking about the chair anymore.
