XJamie: Riley. Oh, Riiiley. Riley, the bulding is burning down.
Riley: Hmm?
Jamie: It's ten o'clock, hon. You need to go home.
Riley: I just need to finish going over my opening statement. The jury --
Jamie: Will probably not be impressed when you pass out on your case files. C'mon. Go home. See if your wife still knows what you look like.
Riley: God, I hope not. ...Wait. If it's ten o'clock, why are you still here?
Jamie: I never leave. At night I shrink to a foot tall and sleep in the bottom drawer of my desk. Saves me a fortune in rent.
Riley: ... you must be right about me needing sleep. That almost made sense.
Riley: Hmm?
Jamie: It's ten o'clock, hon. You need to go home.
Riley: I just need to finish going over my opening statement. The jury --
Jamie: Will probably not be impressed when you pass out on your case files. C'mon. Go home. See if your wife still knows what you look like.
Riley: God, I hope not. ...Wait. If it's ten o'clock, why are you still here?
Jamie: I never leave. At night I shrink to a foot tall and sleep in the bottom drawer of my desk. Saves me a fortune in rent.
Riley: ... you must be right about me needing sleep. That almost made sense.
When last we saw.... Jamie - Riley
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