Clark: Tell me you’re sober.
Oliver: Let me tell you something — I wish I wasn’t sober. I could be in a cabana in Aruba right now. Instead, I’m hanging out in the middle of downtown on a rooftop with you guys.
Clark: You didn’t hear me complain when I had to put on green leather to protect your identity.
Oliver: Clark, you made out with my girlfriend, man. What did you have to complain about?