Joe: "Couple shots?"
Mo: "Shots? No, I gotta' get home in one piece. Big day tomorrow."
Joe: "OK, beers."
Mo: "Beers? Where's my shot."
Joe:" OK, beer and a shot."
Mo: "And, that's it!
Joe: "Whatever."
Mo: "What are we drinkin' to?"
Joe: "The economy."
Mo: "'Conomy!"
(Slam shooters—chase with drafts)
Joe: "The economy sucks!"
Mo: "Tell me about it. I got laid off last week. But I got a shot tomorrow at this construction site."
Joe: "Shot?"
Mo: "Yeah, I got a shot?"
Joe: "Well, yeah, to the new job!"
Mo: "Well, yah."
(Slam two more shooters)
Joe: "Where's the chasers?"
Mo: "OK, two more beers and I'm outta here."
(Slam two drafts)
Joe: "Hey, we didn't toast with the beers."
Mo: "Damn! All right—a toast and two more beers."
Joe: "What? No shots?"
Mo: "OK, two more beers and two more shots for the toast."
(Slam two more shots and chase them with beers)
Joe: "Okay. What are we toastin'?"
Mo: "Sonova—we forgot the toast again!"
Joe: "All right. Then we gotta do two more!"
Mo: "But, first, we toast, DAMN IT!"
Joe: "Why are you yelling!"
Mo: "I'M NOT YELLING!"
Joe: "You're yelling."
Mo: "WELL, I DIDN'T WANT TO GET FACED! I got that interview tomorrow, remember?"
Joe: "I'll drink to that! Two more—back 'em up!"
Mo: "I can't! I gotta drive home and I can't leave my truck!"
Joe: "Yes, you can."
Mo: "What are you, Obama?"
Joe: "No, just call this number. A guy comes here to the bar and drives you home in your truck."
Mo: "Get out!"
Joe: "It's true."
Mo: "What? Does he sleep on my couch? I can't take him home—I got that appointment."
Joe: "No, another guy comes over and takes him away."
Mo: "Unbelievable! Well, all right, then. TWO MORE SHOOTERS!"
Wouldn't it be nice to have a service like this in a resort town?
Nice talkin' to you.
