Six Feet Under2001

Claire Fisher:
I'm *not* drunk.

Kirsten:
It seems like you are.

Claire Fisher:
I'm not.

Kirsten:
Claire, you fell asleep at your desk this morning, twice, and I can smell it.

Claire Fisher:
You can't smell vodka.

Kirsten:
I can.

Claire Fisher:
Anyway, you're being a little f***ing b*tch.

Kirsten:
Alright, Claire, we're all really sorry that your brother died.

Claire Fisher:
Really?

Kirsten:
Yeah, really, but you've been drunk or high at work, like, every day this week and it's starting to scare people. I mean, I've told them all to give you a break, but ...

Claire Fisher:
Well this doesn't feel like much of a f***ing break... 'Kirsten', being followed into the bathroom and lectured at by some school teacher.

Kirsten:
Just go home for the day and sleep it off, okay? I won't tell.

Claire Fisher:
You won't tell?

Kirsten:
No.

Claire Fisher:
Who won't you 'tell?'

Kirsten:
Human Resources.

Claire Fisher:
If you wanna f***ing tell...

Kirsten:
Alright, I'll tell Human Resources!

Claire Fisher:
Goddammit, go! Tell! Tell! Tell!

Kirsten:
Okay! I am wicked pissed! You are gonna be so fired!

Claire Fisher:
Yeah, well, I'm f***ing Ted.

Kirsten:
...no way.

Claire Fisher:
Way.

Kirsten:
Marianne and Johnny ...

Claire Fisher:
Didn't wanna hurt your feelings. Sorry.