The Keyhole1933

Dot:
Gimme a straight whiskey.

Ship Bartender:
Did ya lose 'im?

Dot:
Lose him? Me? Boy, the only way they get away from me is to jump overboard.

Ship Bartender:
I thought you always went first class. What're you doing with that slug?

Dot:
Ah, the Depression hit me. C'mon, give.

Ship Bartender:
Nix. Wait'll we dock.

Dot:
Give! Twenty Champagne cocktails at two bucks a smash, and about thirty bucks in tips. And don't be holdin' out on me, or I'll switch 'im back to whiskey at half a buck a snort.