[pouring some scotch into a glass]
Dave Harken: Oh! You want?
Nick Hendricks: It's eight fifteen a.m.!
Dave Harken: What? Is there something wrong with a manager drinking in the morning?
Nick Hendricks: No. Thank you. Sure. Thanks.
[he hands Nick the glass of scotch]
Dave Harken: Bottoms up.
Nick Hendricks: Nothing for you?
Dave Harken: Nick, it's eight fifteen in the morning, I'm not an alcoholic.
Nick Hendricks: Mr. Harken, the only reason I took one because I thought you were gonna have one, so...
Dave Harken: You took one because you thought I was gonna have one? Is that something you think a senior V.P. would do?
Nick Hendricks: I was just trying to be polite.
Dave Harken: So, what? If I uh...was gonna put balls in honey and shaved coconut, you'd do that too?
Nick Hendricks: I would not.
Dave Harken: Sure?
Nick Hendricks: Yeah.
Dave Harken: Cause I've got some coconut
Dave Harken: Look, if you want a promotion, you gotta earn it. Now, what do I keep saying? Life is a marathon and you cannot win a marathon without putting on a few band-aids on your nipple. Right?
Nick Hendricks: Right.
[Nick turns to walk out of his office]
Dave Harken: Nick, it's eighteen year old scotch. You don't really expect me to pour it back into the bottle, do you?
[Nick reluctantly goes back and picks up the glass of scotch and drinks the whole lot]