He was regretting his life choices? Kathy was the one puking into a chamber pot, thank you very much.

"Motherfuck me, Eliot, did you give me fuckin' moonshine?" Kathy demanded, resting her sweating forehead on the edge of the pot. "Brewed in some fucker's rusty bathtub? Probably with the same water he just washed his crust ass with?"

Urp. That was not a mental image conducive to not puking.

"I probably have methanol poisoning. That's what this is, isn't it? Fucking methanol."