So, you let this old boozehound drink here?!
Good for you.
You look like good people.
Shame on you.
I haven’t had a good whiskey in quite a bit.
I’m usually drinking that sludge they sell with a sneer.
After all, forgettin’ doesn’t know.
Me, shit?! Don’t care less no more neither.
Or, rather – which one of you fine folks wants to buy me the first?
You know me, no matter how strange I look – I always keep my hat on.
An’ I’m always willing to sell it by the time the toll chimes the last round.
[Pause for a cacophonous belch]
Let me ask you fu… familiars a question?
Wait, let me thank youse for the drink first.
Now the question…?
When’s the next train outta this town?
I guess I’m here for the night.
My, you’ve got a pretty dress on.
Next one is on me!