Cloude: [very tense] Fuckin’ rain...! Hey, can I get a drink?
Barkeeper: Sure, choom if you want. Obviously, you are having a bad day if you are drinking this early.
Cloude: [hisses] Did I ask for your permission? Do I look like I need your comfort?
Barkeeper: What drink?
Cloude: [sharp] What?
Barkeeper: You want to drink, so what do you want to drink for breakfast?
Cloude: Breakfast? I see. Fuckin’ shit, I’m delta*.
???: Give him our shot, Ash. He obviously is on edge and needs one.
Ash: Fine, one for you, too?
???: Eh, yeah! Why not?
Ash: Portia, you coming? I want to get rid of this piece of work right here.
Portia: Comin’. Rodrigo, give me a minute, okay?
Rodrigues: Sure, suit yourself.
Cloude: Great, Ashy, right??? Are you implying I can’t order for myself?
Ash: Ashy? Come on, man!
Portia: Ash, he just had a bad night, obviously! And you Mister! [to Cloude] All I see is someone who seems like they're angry and a little out of touch with reality?
Cloude: You’re Portia?
Portia: Yeah! That’s my name!
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