Schmidt: Hey, barkeep. Let me get a whiskey on ice.
Dusty Sand: [slams table]
Schmidt: What? What'd I say?
Dusty Sand: Did he say something about ice? Where are you boys from?
Schmidt: I'm from Los Angeles.
Nick: East side. The... more... uh... east... east downtown.
Blaze Sand: Big city boys trying to come to our desert and freeze the little water we got left. 'Cause you're too soft for a hot whiskey.
Nick: No-no one's bad mouthing hot whiskey. Hot Whiskey was my first chat room name.