What are you... [he pauses long enough to consider what in the world she could be referring to that tastes that terrible.] oh you mean that syrupy crap that you get at the grocery store? No. I was talking about coke, sprite, and yes your personal favorite: club soda.

You know I only ever kept that stuff around for you, right? No one else ever ordered it.

[a beat] Come by. We'll talk. Unless your job hunt's already net you something good.