He'll probably kick me right down the stairs.

Madam, I can't tell you how flattered I… Oh, he's probably sitting somewhere with… This is very private. But I was drunk. What if I am? He never tells me. I know how horrible I've been. That's the rub. Onion soup. I'm going to take it. Please, I know everything I've done. It's just for Carlo's ears. Want to buy a piece of this pug, Nick? I guess I know why I was invited here. Let's get going.