Right, right. Wait -- no, I was pitching for you to let me get rid of them for you. That's totally different.

[ Suddenly he has a strange feeling about this, and as if on cue Kavinsky pulls out that familiar ziplock baggie. Oh, those pills. Reggie doesn't remember what color the other one had been, or if it matters -- he just remembers what happened. ]

Um. [ He is trying to remember, though; what color had it been? Was it red? Maybe... or maybe it'd been green. Reggie's memory isn't great these days. ] Isn't it like... a sedative thing? Sort of?