(late at night. peppy, upbeat music finds Walter experimenting on the dining room table, preparing a syringe for injection, and fumbling to get his trousers around his ankles. in his robe and barely awake, Peter joins him) PETER: Walter? WALTER: Peter. You're up early. PETER: Oh, no, I'm still asleep upstairs in my bed. You're just talking to an astral projection of me. WALTER: You're just saying that to see if I'm high. PETER: (looks at the syringe) What are you doing, Walter? WALTER: I'm making myself smarter. PETER: Really? (sits and prepares for the tale) PETER: Your equal? WALTER: Hmm?