:48:03
Hi, Lloyd.
:48:08
A little slow tonight,
isn't it?
:48:15
Yes it is, Mr. Torrance.
:48:19
What will it be?
:48:22
I'm awfully glad
you asked me that, Lloyd...
:48:25
...because I just happen to have
two twenties...
:48:28
...and two tens
right here in my wallet.
:48:31
I was afraid they'd
be there until next April.
:48:35
So here's what:
:48:37
You slip me a bottle of bourbon...
:48:39
...a little glass and some ice.
:48:42
You can do that, can't you?
:48:45
You're not too busy, are you?
:48:47
No, sir.
I'm not busy at all.
:48:50
Good man.
:48:52
You set them up...
:48:53
...and I'll knock them back,
one by one.
:48:57
White man's burden,
Lloyd, my man.
:49:00
White man's burden.
:49:08
Say, Lloyd...
:49:10
...it seems I'm temporarily light.
:49:12
How's my credit
in this joint, anyway?
:49:15
Your credit's fine, Mr. Torrance.
:49:18
That's swell.
:49:20
I like you, Lloyd.
:49:22
I always liked you.
:49:23
You were always the best of them.
:49:26
Best goddamn bartender...
:49:28
...from Timbuktu
to Portland, Maine.
:49:31
Or Portland, Oregon,
for that matter.
:49:34
Thank you for saying so.
:49:47
I never laid a hand on him,
goddamn it.
:49:51
I didn't.
:49:54
I wouldn't touch one hair
on his goddamn little head.
:49:59
I love the little son of a bitch.