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M.: Can I have a gin?

B.: Gin.

M.: Gin, yes. Thanks.

N.: Let me have a martini.

B.: Martini.

M.: A martini? What is this, Bond?

N.: I like a martini every once in awhile.

M.: Seventeen years I've known you and you've never had a martini once.

N.: I have.

M.: When?

N.: I've had seven. You just aren't ever around.

M.: Do you mix them at home?

N.: No.

M.: So you get them out somewhere.

B.: Gin. Martini.

N.: Thank you.

M.: So you go out somewhere to get them.

N.: Usually.

M.: You never go out without me.

N.: (shrugs)

M.: I don't believe this. Fine. You drink your martini.

N.: What's under your skin?

M.: Screw you.

N.: No. Come on.

M.: I mean it. Leave me alone. I'm mad.

N.: He's mad, you see.

B.: I see.

N.: No talking to him when he's mad.

B.: No, I guess not.

N.: When he's mad he gets this weird wrinkle over his nose. Very sexy.

B.: I wouldn't know.

N.: Well, here. Look. See it?

M.: Stop touching me.

B.: I see it. Yes, you're right.

N.: See?

B.: Yes. That's a sexy wrinkle, alright.

M.: I don't like either of you. Can we just go back to what we're supposed to be doing?

N.: Which is what?

M.: Pretending to drink like friends while we snoop on the target.

B.: Are you guys sp --

M.: Shh. Shut up. Stupid. You'll give us away.

N.: We're spies.

B.: Spies drink martinis.

M.: Look, sir, I'd appreciate some silence.

B.: I'm helping you maintain your cover.

N.: Yeah, he is. They won't know we're spying on them if we're talking to the bartender.

M.: Spies drink gin, you hosers.

N.: You're not Canadian.

M.: Who said I was?

B.: 'Hoser' is a typical Canadian insult. As evidenced to great effect in the classic film Strange Brew.

N.: Yeah, see?

M.: Shut up, both of you. B., I want another gin.

B.: Gin.

N.: Do you think they know we're here?

M.: Of course not.

N.: I'm just worried about being spotted.

M.: You watch too many movies.

N.: I don't want my cover blown.

M.: Then don't wear your toupee in a hurricane.

N.: What?

B.: Gin.

M.: Yeah, thanks.

N.: What?

M.: (chokes) This is a martini!

B.: Told you spies drink martinis.

N.: WHAT?

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