Don: I want my job back.
Freddie: How the hell do you think that's gonna happen when you're at the bottom of a bottle? You know you never have to have another drink again.
Don: I don't wanna hear that right now.
Freddie: You're hung over. It's the best time to hear it. Are you just gonna kill yourself? Give them what they want? Or go in your bedroom, get in uniform, fix your bayonet and hit the parade. Do the work, Don.