Maddie: I hope you don’t think I’m going to keep you in whiskey?
Rooster: I don’t buy that, I confiscate it. And a touch of it wouldn’t do you any harm against the night air!
Maddie: I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains!
Rooster: Well, it’s the real article! Genuine, double-rectified bust head! Aged in the keg!

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