Eric: Okay, cream, two sugars. Well, you just drink up, and I'll just, I don't know, head inside.
Bouncer: Yeah. No.
Eric: Oh, come on. You suck. Mr. Big shot bouncer. Mr. "I open and close the rope." Mr. Boat man on the River Styx. Just, God, I bet you've never been excluded from anything in your whole life.
Bouncer: Hey, that's not fair. I've been excluded from lots of things.
Eric: Yeah? Like what?
Bouncer: ... Oh, no, okay. Uh, when I was in kindergarten, we used to play "Duck, Duck, Goose"... And nobody ever picked me to be the goose.
Eric: Oh, wow. That must have really hurt.
Bouncer: I didn't care.
Eric: You didn't care? Uh-huh. So, you're just sitting there, watching this kid go around the circle, duck, duck, duck... He'd get closer and closer. Duck... You'd be shaking with anticipation. Duck... "Maybe he'll pick me." Duck... "Maybe I'll get to run and laugh with the joy of being a goose." And then he'd come to you, place his hand on your head and say "Duck." And you're telling me you didn't care?
Bouncer: Okay, yeah, it hurts.
Eric: Yes, thank you. That's what I'm saying. And now you... have made me... the duck!
Bouncer: Wow. Oh, man. I didn't realize. Dance, goose. Dance.