[Amanda doesn't spit hers out, but she comes incredibly close. She finally manages to get it down with a strained gulp, face twisted up in confused disgust. How does someone mess wine up that bad?]

Okay, I haven't had horse piss, but it's gotta be better than this shit.

[A strange moment of actual agreement between them. It can't end soon enough.]

Maybe I'll order bleach so I can stop tasting it.