Mr. Tibbs
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Clarence: I'll take a spiced mulled wine, no, no , a flaming rum punch"We serve hard drinks in here for men who want to get drunk fast, and we don't need any characters around to give the joint 'atmosphere!'"
Nick: That's it! Out you two pixies go... through the door, or out the window!
Hold on, Nick! What's wrong?
Nick: That's another thing. Where do you come off calling me Nick?
Well... Nick, that's your name. Isn't it?
Nick: What does that have to do with anything? I don't know you from Adam's off Ox.
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