B: Where’s the bartender? I need a drink. What’s that you’ve got there?
P: A caramel-infused jalapeño mojito.
B: Oh dear lord that looks awful.
P: You’d be surprised at just how awful this drink is.
B: Then stop drinking it!
P: I paid for it, genius. Plus, it’s not doing too bad a job. How are you, bud?
B: Thirsty. Bartender!
I: Hey, whadd’ya want?
B: AH! Bartender, were you crouching in front of us this whole time?
I: My name’s Frank. Yes. Now what’ll ya have? I ain’t got all day.
B: Yet you can crouch behind the bar and scare customers. I’ll have what he’s having.
I: I said I ain’t got all day. That drink takes 15 minutes to make.
P: He’s right. I was timing him. You don’t want this anyway, trust me.
B: Give me your best single malt scotch then. Leave the bottle.