Meyer is not pleased about being hauled off the ground, but his only form of defense seems to be ineffectually swatting at Charlie, wanting him to let go of his arm so he can lie down again. Charlie's still in a bad mood, obviously, and he doesn't want to go home, not if it's going to be like this. Besides, Meyer's tired. He just wants to lie there in a stupor. He doesn't want to have to walk home.

"Yeah, that's Charlie," he says, completely abandoning the attempts not to slur his speech and sounding more drunk than ever, even as he tries to wrench out of Charlie's grip. "That's Charlie, who's probably here to take me home, because he doesn't think I can handle myself."

Normally, he's quite good at handling himself. Normally, it's him going after Charlie, trying to diffuse a situation. In this case, though, maybe Charlie's right -- after all, once he stormed out of the house, he immediately found Ned and attacked him. That wasn't a good way to manage things.