Look, I'm the boss. You want a drink or don't you?
GEORGE
Okay – all right. Double bourbon,
quick, huh?
NICK
Okay.
(to Clarence)
What's yours?
CLARENCE
I was just thinking...
(face puckers up with
delicious anticipation)
It's been so long since I...
NICK
(impatient)
Look, mister, I'm standing here
waiting for you to make up your mind.
CLARENCE
(appreciatively)
That's a good man. I was just thinking
of a flaming rum punch. No, it's not
cold enough for that. Not nearly
cold enough... Wait a minute...
wait a minute... I got it. Mulled
wine, heavy on the cinnamon and light
on the cloves. Off with you, me lad,
and be lively!
NICK
Hey, look mister, we serve hard drinks
in here for men who want to get drunk
fast. And we don't need any
characters around to give the joint
atmosphere. Is that clear? Or do I
have to slip you my left for a
convincer?