:14:01
Ice!
:14:03
- Catch!
- Thank you!
:14:05
I guess that's what
you learn in college, right?
:14:21
What buns! See?
:14:23
Don't forget my beers, Bri!
:14:29
- Missed me.
- Ha!
:14:32
See, the name of the game
is woman. "
:14:34
The little darlings
come in a-panting.
:14:36
Their little hearts are pitter-patting
for the handsome, all-knowing bartender.
:14:41
And in their wake,
a parade of slobbering geeks...
:14:43
with one hand on their crotches
and the other hand on their wallets.
:14:47
You get the women, you get the bucks.
And boy, oh, boy, you've got them.
:14:51
Buttons were popping,
skirts were rising.
:14:53
When you can see
the color of their panties...
:14:55
then you know
you've got talent.
:14:58
Stick with me, son.
I'll make you a star.
:15:01
Thanks, man,
but I gotta be honest.
:15:03
This is just
a part-time gig for me.
:15:06
I'm in a business programme,
City College, days.
:15:08
Ah. A seeker of wisdom and truth.
:15:12
You couldn't have found a better
work-study programme than right here.
:15:15
- To a future leader of America.
- I'll stick with the brew.
:15:21
Beer is for breakfast around here.
Drink or be gone.
:15:32
I realize I've got a class
of budding capitalists here.
:15:36
That most of you are seeking
the fast track...
:15:40
lovely term...
:15:41
to a career in investment banking
or some other socially useful pursuit.
:15:46
Nevertheless,
certain antiquated skills...
:15:49
such as reading and writing...
:15:51
remain a part
of the curriculum.
:15:53
So, for your first assignment...
:15:57
I'd like you to write
your own obituaries.
:15:59
Not that I wish you were dead.
At least not yet, anyway.