But you don't drink. Which shows you what a trick it was. You know, I'm almost at a loss for words. We're going to witness perhaps the biggest event in history, and you bitter men pick nits. All right then, let's be on our way, with a little more of the decorum that befits us.
Lights come up.
Innkeeper opens the door. You know, I was finally just falling asleep. Sir, I'm sorry to wake you. I just need a room. So does everyone else in the Eastern Mediterranean, and they're all banging on my door in the night.