What are you carrying around that's so heavy?
-You have no idea. -I bet I do.
I bet I know more about you than you do about me.
-Yeah, right. You're an open book. -Care to prove it?
I guess something about you, you drink.
You guess something about me, I drink.
Go ahead.
Tell me all about myself.
I bet you grew up in a big city,
running schemes,
hanging out in swanky bars like this one.
-You must be thirsty. -You're saying I'm wrong?
I grew up in a small village. Barely a village.
Just a handful of houses in the center of a tangerine grove.
Drink.
Ah.
-Your turn. -Okay.
But I had you read all the way back in Orange Town.
I'll bet you didn't have any friends as a kid.
I had friends.
Swords don't count.
I had one friend.
Hell, one more than I had.
Drink.