Bargoer 1: Well played, sir. Here's a refill.
NICK: Thanks, but don't call me sir. I work for a living.
NICK: Or... I used to, anyway. Hmph.
NICK: Sorry, where was I?
Bargoer 2: Buck naked, falling, with the wind whipping your nether bits.
NICK: Geez, sometimes I wonder why it took so long to quit.