"She told me where to find her, and by her I mean myself."
"Oh, that's good. So that's why you're sitting here next to me tonight? What are you having?"
"Nothing. The tequila is locked in the back of the truck."
"What do you know of? What is going on?"
"I don't know of anything. I'm just sitting here, right where I belong."
"Is the plane crashing, or ascending to heaven?"
"We'll find out I guess, won't we?"
"Cheers to that."