The Shining1980

Jack:
Hi, Lloyd. A little slow tonight, isn't it? [laughs]

Lloyd:
Yes, it is, Mr. Torrance. What'll it be?

Jack:
I'm awfully glad you asked me that, Lloyd. Because I just happen to have two twenties and two tens right here in my wallet. I was afraid they were gonna be there until next April. So here's what: you slip me a bottle of bourbon, a little glass, and some ice. You can do that, can't you, Lloyd? You're not too busy, are you?

Lloyd:
No, sir, I'm not busy at all.

Jack:
Good man! You set 'em up and I'll knock 'em back, Lloyd. One by one. "White man's burden," Lloyd, my man, white man's burden. [Jack opens his wallet and finds that it's empty] Say, Lloyd, it seems I'm temporarily light. How's my credit in this joint, anyway?

Lloyd:
Your credit's fine, Mr. Torrance.

Jack:
That's swell. I like you, Lloyd. I always liked you. You were always the best of 'em. Best god-damn bartender from Timbuktu to Portland, Maine - or Portland, Oregon, for that matter.

Lloyd:
Thank you for saying so.

Jack:
Here's to five miserable months on the wagon and all the irreparable harm that it's caused me.

Lloyd:
How are things going, Mr. Torrance?

Jack:
Things could be better, Lloyd. Things could be a whole lot better.

Lloyd:
I hope it's nothing serious.

Jack:
No. Nothing serious. Just a little problem with the ol' sperm bank upstairs. Nothing I can't handle, though, Lloyd. Thanks.

Lloyd:
Women. Can't live with 'em. Can't live without 'em.

Jack:
Words of wisdom, Lloyd. Words of wisdom. I never laid a hand on him, goddamn it. I didn't. I wouldn't touch one hair on his goddamn little head. I love the little son-of-a-b*tch. I'd do anything for him, any f***in' thing for him. But that b*tch -- as long as I live, she'll never let me forget what happened. I did hurt him once, okay? But it was an accident, completely unintentional. Could have happened to anybody, and it was three god-damned years ago! The little f***er had thrown all my papers all over the floor. All I tried to do was pull him up - a momentary loss of muscular coordination, all right? A few extra foot-pounds of energy per second, per second... [snaps his fingers]