FRED:
Wake up, Fitz.
FITZ
(Asleep):
I wasn't looking up your dress. I was just trying to read the
label on your.....
FRED:
What did you do, fall asleep?
FITZ:
What did you do, wake me up? It's almost midnight. I should
be in bar in Georgetown getting rejected.
FRED:
We have to write the debate prep on taxation. John wants it
tomorrow morning.