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Jack: Hi, Lloyd. A little slow tonight, isn't it? [laughs]
Lloyd: Yes it is, Mr. Torrance. What'll it be?
Jack: I'm awfully glad you asked me that, Lloyd. Because I just happen to have two twenties and two tens right here in my wallet. I was afraid they were gonna be there until next April. So here's what: you slip me a bottle of bourbon, a little glass and some ice. You can do that, can't you, Lloyd? You're not too busy, are you?
Lloyd: No, sir. I'm not busy at all.
Jack: Good man! You set 'em up and I'll knock 'em back, Lloyd. One by one. "White man's burden", Lloyd, my man, white man's burden. [Jack opens his wallet and finds that it's empty] Say, Lloyd, it seems I'm temporarily light. How's my credit in this joint, anyway?
Lloyd: Your credit's fine, Mr. Torrance.
Jack: That's swell. I like you, Lloyd. I always liked you. You were always the best of 'em. Best god-damn bartender from Timbuktu to Portland, Maine. Or Portland, Oregon, for that matter.
Lloyd: Thank you for saying so.
Jack: Here's to five miserable months on the wagon, and all the irreparable harm that it's caused me.
Lloyd: How are things going, Mr. Torrance?
Jack: Things could be better, Lloyd. Things could be a whole lot better.
Lloyd: I hope it's nothing serious.
Jack: No. Nothing serious. Just a little problem with the, uh, old sperm-bank upstairs. [chuckles] Nothing I can't handle though, Lloyd. Thanks.
Lloyd: Women. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.
Jack: Words of wisdom, Lloyd, words of wisdom. [drinks and pauses] I never laid a hand on him, goddamn it. I didn't. I wouldn't touch one hair on his goddamn little head. I love the little son-of-a-bitch! [s****s] I'd do anything for him, any ****in' thing for him. [angrily] But that bitch...! As long as I live, she'll never let me forget what happened. [pauses and looks around conspiratorially] I did hurt him once, okay? It was an accident. Completely unintentional. Could have happened to anybody... and it was three goddamn years ago! The little ****er had thrown all my papers all over the floor, and all I tried to do was pull him up...! A momentary loss of muscular coordination, all right? A few extra foot-pounds of energy per second, per second... [snaps his fingers]
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