"Yeah, who the hell ain't when they're nine years old, right? I was a real little fucking prick that age." Although not that that's changed TOO much.

He pours them both a shot of the hideous vodka and slides it down the bar to Ned. He's waiting for you to try this one first, pal.

"Naw. AR, the guy I worked for, he weren't interested in the home brewed moonlight shit. He were in the importing business. More of the stills was happening in Jersey."