I don't know, lews. If you'll remember, when I met you in that bar in New York, we did a similar experience. You mixed drinks behind your back and then told me what they were, but I had no way of knowing what you had mixed. The funny thing was, regardless of what you made me ("Mookie, here's a screwdriver," "Mookie, here's a Maker's and water,"), it all tasted like squid oil. Now, granted, I'm not a bot, but I also feel quite confident that you weren't "above that kind of thing."
MOOKIE
Would you rather have me mix drinks behind my back, or Resh? at least I didn't hand you a glass and tell you it was a mudslide. And I had my doubts about the 'protein shakes' that you kept bringing back from the bathroom.
oh wait, excuse me:
Würden Sie lieber mich Mix Drinks hinter meinem Rücken, oder Resh? zumindest habe ich nicht Hand Sie ein Glas und Ihnen sagen, es war ein Schlammmassen begraben. Und ich hatte meine Zweifel an der "Protein-Shakes", die Sie zurück gehalten, um aus dem Badezimmer.
