I couldn't stand it anymore.
Look, baby," I said, "I've had it.
Take me down.
Gimme a beer.
No wine.
You drink that cheapass wine.
Gimme a thimble of that good beer." "Sure, sweetie," she said, "you put on a wonderful show tonight.
If Manny and Lincoln had acted as nice as you, they'd be here tonight.
But they didn't sing or dance, the brooded.
And worst of all, they objected to the Final Act." "And what was the Final Act?" I asked.
Now, sweetie, just drink your beer and relax.
I want you to enjoy the Final Act.
You are evidently a much more talented person than Manny or Lincoln.
I do believe that we can have the Culmination of the Opposites." "O, hell yes," I said, draining my beer.
Now give me a refill.
And just what is the Culmination of the Opposites?" "Enjoy your beer, little sweetie, you'll know soon enough." I finished my beer and then the disgusting thing happened, a most disgusting thing.
