Barman: Miss, don't you think you've had enough drinks?
Uran [very fast and monotonous]: Shaddup and gemme 'nother Bloody Menhaddan gasoil coghtail. I've joust diszggovered dat I've been old enoogh to reach pufferty fo' drity-five yars' [revenge] and dat my food gontained hormones do heep meh from growin' up. So now tha' I know I'm old enough to drink an fourjet, let's-a-drink and fourjet, dooya heer me, 'cha salubrous snooper?