The Shining - Return to the Familiar
Jack:
Hi, Lloyd. Been away. Now, I'm back.
Lloyd:
Good evening, Mr. Torrence. It's good to see you.
Jack:
It's good to be back, Lloyd.
Lloyd:
What'll it be, sir?
Jack:
Hair of the dog that bit me.
Lloyd:
Bourbon on the rocks.
Jack:
That'll do her!
Lloyd:
No charge to you, Mr. Torrance.
Jack:
No charge?
Lloyd:
Your money's no good here. Orders from the house.
Jack:
Orders from the house?
Lloyd:
Drink up, Mr. Torrance.
Jack:
I'm the kind of man who likes to know who's buying their drinks, Lloyd.
Lloyd:
It's not a matter that concerns you, Mr. Torrance. At least not at this point.
Jack: [pause, then smiles]
Anything you say Lloyd! Anything you say.
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The Shining - A Conversation Over Drinks at the Hotel
Jack: [laughs]
Hi, Lloyd. A little slow tonight, isn't it?
Lloyd:
Yes it is, Mr. Torrance. What'll it be?
Jack:
I'm awfully glad you asked me that, Lloyd. Because I just happen to have two twenties and two tens right here in my wallet. I was afraid they were gonna be there until next April. So here's what: you slip me a bottle of bourbon, a little glass and some ice. You can do that, can't you, Lloyd? You're not too busy, are you?
Lloyd:
No, sir. I'm not busy at all.
Jack: [checks wallet]
Good man! You set em up and I'll knock em back, Lloyd. One by one. White man's burden, Lloyd, my man! White man's burden. Say, Lloyd, it seems I'm temporarily light! How's my credit in this joint, anyway?
Lloyd:
Your credit's fine, Mr. Torrance.
Jack:
That's swell. I like you, Lloyd. I always liked you. You were always the best of em. Best god-damn bartender from Timbuktu to Portland, Maine. Or Portland, Oregon, for that matter.
Lloyd:
Thank you for saying so.
Jack:
Here's to five miserable months on the wagon, and all the irreparable harm that it's caused me.
Lloyd:
How are things going, Mr. Torrance?
Jack:
Things could be better, Lloyd. Things could be a whole lot better.
Lloyd:
I hope it's nothing serious.
Jack:
No. Nothing serious. Just a little problem with the, uh, old sperm-bank upstairs. Nothing I can't handle though, Lloyd. Thanks.
Lloyd:
Women. Can't live with em, can't live without em.
Jack:
Words of wisdom, Lloyd! Words of wisdom. I never laid a hand on him, goddamn it. I didn't. I wouldn't touch one hair on his goddamn little head. I love the little son of a bitch! I'd do anything for him, any fucking thing for him. But that bitch! As long as I live, she'll never let me forget what happened. I did hurt him once, okay? It was an accident - completely unintentional, could have happened to anybody. And it was three goddamn years ago! The little fucker had thrown all my papers all over the floor, and all I tried to do was pull him up...! A momentary loss of muscular coordination, all right? A few extra foot-pounds of energy per second, per second.
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