The b-- the beer? Like, you're the daughter of the guy that owns it? Are they holding us for ransom...?

[he drifts away in thought for a moment then rolls his eyes and pulls his arm out of rapunzel's grasp.]

I'll leave their jaws working, don't worry. I've done this before. Like... god, literally an uncountable amount of times. [he staggers a little as he goes for the door, stopping to lean on the wall.] Shit. Hey, is there a black and silver cane in that wardrobe? Or just any kind of stick at all?