 At a buck a pint, that stuff should have treated us better. What you're feeling is the fusel oil. Ooh, maybe. Hey, who drove the car when we left that dance? You did. You don't remember? Not a thing. And I thought you could see where you were going. From now on, John, I'm doing the driving. It must have been that same year that I lost the wallet. When I realized it was gone and faintly recalled having been in the yard of a church...