This is my brain on tea.
“Damnit!” Methos groused, rubbing the back his head. “Why couldn’t you just shoot me through the heart?”
“It was more dramatic,” Jack Bauer replied.
“Oh yes, that’s you, Mr. Drama!” He muttered something foul in Mandarin.
“Not in this lifetime,” Bauer replied dryly. Holding out a hand, he helped Methos to his feet. “Damnit, Adams, stop bitching. It worked, thousands were saved, and you’ve got a story for Immortal poker night.”
“I don’t know why I let you talk me into these things.”
Bauer snorted. “Because you’re bored.”
“Yes, well, I think I’m over that now, thank you very much!”