Bibi: Goddam this moonshine’s good – give me more!
General Z: Think you’ve had enough – should go home now and–
Bibi: Awww put a sock in it and give me s’more – I’m in the middle of having a great fish-fish… fission: I mean vision–
General Z: Mr. Prime Minister, I urge you please stop drinking or you’ll–
Bibi snatches the bottle of moonshine from the General’s hand and takes a long spilling swig.