Moe: Hey! You're all wet!
Joe: Well, yahhh. It's pouring outside.
Moe: Haven't seen you in a while. What has it been, a month?
Joe: Yeah, that would have been when it wasn't raining.
Moe: It's always raining. I don't recall when it hasn't.
Joe: Well, June is busting out all over. It's been a complete bust. I had plans.
Moe: Can't get anything done?
Joe: Can't work in my yard, can't go camping, can't travel anywhere.
Moe: Do what I do.
Joe: What?
Moe: I drink.
Joe: You're way out of line.
Moe I drink heavily. As a matter of fact, I've been drinking since May 28th. It's great.
Joe: How can that possibly be great?
Moe: I don't worry about doing nothin'.
Joe: You don't?
Moe: And ... I'm dry.
Joe: Well, I wouldn't say dry.
Moe: You know what I mean. I'm not wet from the rain.
Joe But you're blotto! You're three sheets to the wind.
Moe: Wind, yes. Rain, no. Cocktail?
Joe: You know I gave up drinking.
Moe: So? Start.
Joe: It's not going to make the rain stop.
Moe: How do you know that?
Joe: I just know. Look at you, you're hammered!
Moe: I'm dry, and yet, wet. Whereas you're soaked and sober.
Joe: Hey, I've got enough to worry about to start.
Moe: See? I don't.
Joe: How can you afford to drink? What about your bills?
Moe: What about 'em?
Joe: Your creditors will come after you.
Moe: Fine, I'll be right here drinking and being dry.
Joe: You're in total denial! I'm going outside and will get wet again and I'll be better off!
It will stop raining soon, won't it?
Don't drink and dry. Nice talking to you.
