Jay: Higgins, you got a minute?
Higgins: 60 an hour. They all belong to you, sir.
Jay: I need a couple of primo cigars, A.S.A.P. I'm not a stickler for how they got in the country. I'm also expecting a special scotch delivery. I need a shave. Burt can't see me like this.
Higgins: Unfortunately, the shaving butlers are all-
Jay: I know, Excelsior Plus.