Or maybe it's 'cuz you're holdin' me... But maybe the booze made me lose weight... Or maybe it's like an anti-gravity thing, or... I dunno. I forgot where I was going with this.

[When Murdoc throws him on the bed, he lets out a 'wee!' before going limp, suddenly really overwhelmed by how comfortable the bed feels. Damn, he could seriously fall asleep really easily right now. He drags his head up though, when he hears Murdoc speak.]

...You need help there, babe?