N: Come on, Barton, you know I can handle my alcohol better than anyone else. Drinking games are stupid.
C: You see, Tasha, you always say that, but no one has ever seen you in action. What is it? Are you scared to lose? I don’t drink and tell.
N: Don’t play the sore loser card, Barton. Not with me.
C: Come on, Red!
N: Fine! I’ll play, but only if you shut up.
C: Ah! I knew you would do it… I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? … yeah, alright. No talking, just drinking.