Waiter.

Hey, bartender.

Oh, waiter.

A waiter who works with me.

That isn't a waiter, my dear.

No waiter has so far called me by my name.

Do you want to be a bartender all your life?

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Hey uh, can I get some ranch, or some thousand island?

I think I'd prefer to be a headwaiter again, Mr. Ohlrig.

Bring wine.

Libation,

On the booze!

Tequila.

I'll take the wine. Good evening, Mr Jefferies.

Here's the port.

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Drink some cognac.

Don't drink.

Two bottles of rye.

In his cups, you mean.

A couple of bottles.

This wine is excellent.

Your father is drinking himself to death.

Oh, and some brandy too, huh?

I have some scotch.

Booze or women?

Drinking you mean?

How much for your wine?

The casual drink is non existent. Liquor cabinets are probably being filled.

Give me a bottle of wine.

Not bad, this cognac.

Tell me, are you a drinking man?

One straight rye.

Most people drink a little.

Of alcohol. Of moral anemia.

I drank too much.

Where? Not in your wine cup, Gammad.

Sit down and take some wine.

Alcohol. Very pure alcohol.

Hey, she loves those flabellina oculina!

I'm not much of a snifter.

Tastes like choice wine.

Have you been drinking?