[ Reggie raises an eyebrow, stifling a cough with another drink of whiskey.

Is he already drunk, or is what she's saying actually making a good amount of sense? Especially now... it's an apt enough description of how Reggie feels when he thinks about the past, or about Midge. ]

Hell, that's almost inspirational -- as far as dreams are concerned, sometimes the so-called "next best thing" can actually be just as good... or almost. [ He pauses. ] But drugs are actually attainable, so I guess that's the difference, huh?

[ Or more accurately, the appeal. The selling point, as it were. ]