[ There's another groan as Arthur pushes himself to sit up and rubs at his eyes. ]

I lost track somewhere 'round the green shot. Word to the wiser, don't ever listen when Gavin invites you to find the end of a rainbow. The pot of gold is a lie.

[ A beat. ]

Except I think there may have been a gold shot. A gold something, at any rate. It made me think of you.