Liquor:
Oh, good, Square here's. Hi, Square.
Rectangular Businessman:
Lick it, Oval.
Liquor:
What's your Square pleasure?
Rectangular Businessman:
You probably don't have it, but it's Rusianik Chid. It's an old drink of kings of old, kings of old richness old.
Liquor:
I got it, but can you afford it...
Rectangular Businessman:
Uh.
Liquor:
...you stupid bob quart?
Rectangular Businessman:
I'm sorry, did you just try to call me a bob quart?
Liquor:
You? Did I? I did. I think you look like a purple wafer.
Rectangular Businessman:
Oh, really?
Liquor:
What I'm actually thinking, and please take this the wrong way as far up your hole as you can, is that your Gunko Schlinger is the size of a fort Meizer's Reticulus. Ooh, ka-blam-o!
[Square guy gets emotionally pissed until the whole conversation was all just a test when Liquor press the pause button on him]
Liquor:
Wrong attitude, partner. [to Shark on camera] It doesn't work too well when it's not real.
[Woman rush in to honk on him]
Liquor:
[press the pause button on Woman] You shut up, too!
