"Maverick, wake up. Now."
"Goway," came the muffled reply from beneath the covers.
"Come on, Mitchell. We're gonna be late if you don't hop your little ass out of my bed."
"Coffee, Kazansky. Need some now," Pete replied, still groggy as he pushed the blankets away from his face.
"No. I'm not feeding your addiction. Coffee is a bad habit."
"Speaking of bad habits, it's your fault I'm like this."
"What? The tequila last night? That's a hobby, not an addiction."
"Fine, I'll get you your stupid fucking coffee. Now get up."
"Thank you, honey."