Beeks: This is as far as we go. No more cockamamie cigar smoke. No more Swedish meatballs there, tootsie. And no more phony Irish whiskey. No more goddamn jerky beef! The party's over.
Harvey: The party's over? Hey, come on! What do you mean, the party's over? It's not even... ten o'clock, you dummy! Hey, come on, loosen up, man! It's almost New Year's Eve!