[Cue the coy half-smile. For every dozen selfish acts committed, he usually manages a dubiously charitable one, too.]
Why not? [Leaning over the bar, he manages to grab the bartender's attention for just long enough to make a series of crude gestures. Then, as an aside to Belloq:] You better like mezcal.
Pugsy's
Why not? [Leaning over the bar, he manages to grab the bartender's attention for just long enough to make a series of crude gestures. Then, as an aside to Belloq:] You better like mezcal.