[To the bartender:] I'll cover his tab. Yes, that's right. I'll have that whisky—that one—neat. Thank you.

[Back to Belloq, a little smirk at "unconventional."]

I didn't know him very well, I'm afraid. We talked a bit the last time I was here [so he told me], but we weren't that closely acquainted. [Sigh.] I rather liked him, though.