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 | Evening, sir. What can I get you to drink tonight? | |
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| You think you're clever, don't you. Admit it! | |
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| Not sure I know what you mean, sir ... | |
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| Please, don't play dumb with me. I'm onto your game. You think you can just show up at any event I'm likely to be at and hand me alcoholic beverages any time you feel like it. | |
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| Well, I don't get a paycheck if I don't sell the drinks to someone, and besides, no one's making you drink them. | |
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| Uh-huh. And it's just a coincidence that I always wake up the next morning tied to a bedpost wearing nothing but fishnet stockings and a duck costume, right? | |
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