[At the party, a World War II veteran pesters Thor for some of his Asgardian mead]

I gotta have me some of that!

Oho, no-no-no. See this, this was aged for a thousand years in barrels made from the wreck of Gronhill's fleet. It is not meant for mortal men.

Neither was Omaha Beach, blondie. Stop trying to scare us. Come on.

All right. [Pours a shot of mead]

[Cut to the veteran being carried out of the apartment, impressively drunk] [Slurring]

Excelsior...