Red: Okay, Steven. Where's your beer?
Hyde: What? Me, beer?
Red: Kitty threw away all my beer. The Packers are down by 11. You're 18, I know you have beer. So where's your beer?
[Hyde removes a soda can sleeve from the can he's holding]
Red: I don't want used beer.
Hyde: Well, I might have a couple fresh ones in the shower.
[Red opens the curtain to find crates of beer]
Hyde: Yeah. I'm running low, I should probably hit the store.