Me and the boys want to raise to work the Celtic dinner. Absolutely not. Nucky, $5 a man is just not enough for enduring that kind of humiliation. That's an adjiggin' leprechaun outfit. You call that humiliating? What are you calling? Show business. Drunks are twice our size. They get really rough and they think it's funny. How much do you want? $10 a man. What's that three bucks of foot? It'll be a lot easier this year. With pro-abition, there'll be no booze. Come on, Nucky. I only look like a child. Suppose I figure out a way to give you an extra 12 bucks. And I get this a 12 myself. I'm listening. There are eight leprechauns, right? Eight times ten is eighty. Tell your boys the best you can do is seven. Then it'll cost me 56. I give you an extra 12. That leaves me paying 68, which is 12 less than the 80 you originally wanted. I don't know, Nucky. Dinner starts at seven. Tell your men to be dressed and ready by six-third. I have another meeting waiting.