(Fabulous, bartender. That's who these idiots are. Fabulous.)

The night is young, Bartolomeo. You have plenty of time to be amazing by my tongue. I assure you.

(He lapses into what has to e a carefully over-exaggerated thoughtfulness as he finishes off his screwdriver, setting the empty glass down and licking the acidic sweetness from his lips.)

Very well. Something earthy...with...mint.