Well, I can give it a try.
*Danny is sitting in a chair in his apartment. Flack is sitting across from him, looking a combination of angry and disappointed*
F: You cheated on Lindsay?
D: Well, it wasn't really cheating. It was loveless sex because of grief.
F: Dude. You have a girlfriend. You're supposed to use grief to get the girl, not the neighbor!
D: Don't make me the bad guy here, Don. I already feel bad enough about Reuben's death, don't make me feel bad about the Rikki thing.
F: Danny, Reuben's death is not your fault. You couldn't have known that he was shot, and even if you had, would he have made it anyway?
D: Yeah, yeah, Don, I know.
F: No, I'm not finished. You cheated on Linds. That's a felony. Stand up, Messer.
D: Huh?
F: Stand up.
*D stands up obediently Flack grabs the front of his shirt*
F: Now. You are going to go to Lindsay and apologize for being a distant guilt-ridden idiot.
D: First of all, I don't know if I want to. Second of all, I don't know where she is.
F: First of all, you want to, because I will kick your a** otherwise. Second of all, I know exactly where she is because she's talking to Jess in the coffeehouse down the street.
D: What, did the two of you gang up on us?
F: Absolutely. Now go. And bring me back a donut.
If it's not great, it's because it's very on-the-spot.