And one of them says, 'Bartender, a drink for my mopey friend here.' And the other says, 'Grumblemutterbitch' but takes it anyway and they have a good time.

...later the god takes over the bar, it's still a good time, this joke kind of got away from me. [Luci continues to frown, but puts her hands on Terry's cheeks. This poor boy is suffering, and she hates to see it.] What about a compromise, then?