Now you simmer down before I have your ass hauled out of my establishment, you hear me? You remember the last time you kicked up a fuss, you damn drunk.

[waves the glass at him in a familiar way and turns to nick]

He's known round these parts. Used to come around peddlin a miracle cure, that lying sack of horse shit. Swore up and down it'd do all kinds of good for you for "Only a dollar per bottle!" O'course it wouldn't do you no good to only get the one bottle, you see, you had to have a steady supply, rest of your life. Nothin but a two-bit snake oil salesman.