And that was without even a single drop of rum.
— Is this a dream?
— No.
— I thought not. If it were, there'd be rum.
— Are you drunk?
— Not yet, but I'm working on it.
Oh. When I've been drinking, sometimes I tend to get overly friendly.
You can sort your life out anytime; the pub closes in five hours.
Explanation:
Bernard about Fran who is looking for a job.
Now I'd like... a nice double whisky with another double whisky as a chaser.
— Just a club soda, I'm driving.
— It's an open bar, cutie.
— Give me a bucket of Scotch.
Why is the rum always gone?
To alcohol! The cause of and solution to all of life's problems!