| Tracy: | Don't tell me you've forsaken your beloved whiskey and whiskeys. |
|---|---|
| Dexter: | No, no, no, no. I've just changed their color, that's all. I'm going for the pale pastel shades now. They're more becoming to me. How about you, Mr. Connor? You drink, don't you? Alcohol, I mean. |
| Mike: | Oh, a little. |
| Dexter: | A little, "little." And you a writer? I thought all writers drank to excess and beat their wives... You know one time, I think I secretly wanted to be a writer. |
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