Great, I can finally drink the goddamn thing. [ Casually... reaching for the little hotel-sized wine....... ] I mean, yeah, I'm a drinker, but even I can't justify horking up sixteen hundred bucks worth of tequila without at least having somebody to talk about it with later. We could always do dinner first - bet I could make the waiter drop something if I tell 'em one of my best dirty jokes.

[ Just let him unscrew the cap and sneak in a sip, obviously trying hard to enjoy decent wine - how do people do this again? You let it sit in your mouth and like... wait for the flavor cascade to happen, right? Because his palate isn't exactly cultured and all he's tasting is wine that tastes slightly different from the way cheaper stuff.

Nnnnnnope, nothing happening. He swallows it and looks skeptically at the bottle. ]

Nah, not getting any of those oaky notes. Whatever the hell oak is supposed to taste like. Guess I'll always be a tequila man.

[ Two characters I never would've thought would be buds: these guys. ]