Cortez: You're in for a rough time, Moreau. Vega and I are neck and neck when it comes to holding liquor. Joker: Oh yeah? Here we go, shot one. Cortez: Uh! What the hell is that? It tastes like the north end of a southbound goat! Garrus: Bad move, Cortez. He wanted a duel, and he also picked the weapon. Joker: I brought my own batch, bro. Three parts "horse choker," and one part antiseptic mouthwash. Cortez: That's not even a drink. Joker: And yet here are our second shots... Unless you want to give up. Wrex: Ah, it's all over. I'm gonna find a gun and let a few rounds off. Javik: I am sober enough. I will join you. Joker: Have fun. Try not to kill the neighbours... Cortez? Cortez: Give me your damn horse choker. Cortez: Mother of god! You are going nowhere near the shooting range. Just make it stop. Joker: Yeah... I think we're done here.
