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*Jack Twist is at the bar, several empty bottles of beer surrounding him and obviously drunk. He looks around at the general crowd, clears his throat and says in a slurred voice:*
Hey, ya'll. I jis' ran outta money, an hell, I need `nother drink. Any ya'll wanna spot me? Huh? Ennis? Nan King, come on perty lady. Any you frenchies, you like a drink? An them English, too. Alma del Mar, you owes me one, woman. Aint sure I want one from ya vampires, but if ya got spare change - Wheres that gisha, geesha, whatserface, that Japanese bird - come on, ya'll
typist: I apologize for Jack. He drinks a lot.
Hey, ya'll. I jis' ran outta money, an hell, I need `nother drink. Any ya'll wanna spot me? Huh? Ennis? Nan King, come on perty lady. Any you frenchies, you like a drink? An them English, too. Alma del Mar, you owes me one, woman. Aint sure I want one from ya vampires, but if ya got spare change - Wheres that gisha, geesha, whatserface, that Japanese bird - come on, ya'll
typist: I apologize for Jack. He drinks a lot.