The Gentlemen
- You're a gentleman, Your Grace.
-[JP exhales] Tastes fucking expensive, all right. Huh?
- Dalmore, 25-year-old single malt /twany/.
-Now, I didn't come here empty-handed. [enamel mugs show up] Now, this is poitín from County Mayo. It's made from potatoes, crab apples, and, uh, a little bit of brake fluid. Because you're gonna need something to slow you down once the machine gets going. You have to get the balance just right... or you could end up going blind.
-[JP exhales] Tastes fucking expensive, all right. Huh?
- Dalmore, 25-year-old single malt /twany/.
-Now, I didn't come here empty-handed. [enamel mugs show up] Now, this is poitín from County Mayo. It's made from potatoes, crab apples, and, uh, a little bit of brake fluid. Because you're gonna need something to slow you down once the machine gets going. You have to get the balance just right... or you could end up going blind.