"How're doin' good lookin'?"
"I'm great! Did you know you're the prettiest bartender in Iowa? 'Cause you are."
"Well that's real sweet blue eyes, but you can't have another."
"C'mon, just one more."
"Sweetheart-"
"Jim. Jim Kirk."
"Well Jim as we discussed several hours ago, no more money equals no more drinks."
"I'm not planning on paying the rest of my tab in cash."
"Credit then?"
"I'm better than monetary gains, I promise you that."
"I wouldn't doubt it. What're you staring at?"
"The lights. I didn't know they made lights that swirl."
"They don't. The lights aren't swirling, on the contrary they're quite stationary."
"Oh man, maybe I'm going crazy then."
"You're not crazy."
"Then I'm sick. Delirium must be a symptom of whatever I'm coming down with. Quick, what diseases include being delirious?"
"You need to stop screaming or I'm going to have to throw you out and you're not delirious."
"Oh yeah Ms. Smarty-pants bartender, if I'm not delirious then what am I?"
"Drunk."
"Another round then!"