He's still reeling from the punch, but he's cognizant enough to point one (slightly wavering) finger at Matches.

"You. Are an assbutt. And we're gonna talk about this, assbutt. Come on, let's get the hell out of here. All of us. And don't gimme that crap about covering our butts, assbutt. Come on!"

He's already tugging on Derek's arm, and stumbling comically as he does. Yep, still a bit woozy, thank you Susan.