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Grace: Oh my God, Leona, that’s straight gin!

Leona: (Tipsily) I thought that was just short for ginger-ale. I figured I better go on the wagon. It does burn more than the Kool-Aid stuff.

Buck: Now that’s my kind of wine.

Millie: My boyfriend made me Kool-Aid once and I didn’t come down for three days.

Esther: You know, Leona, I think you might want to slow down on the wine. It’s not good to overdo it the first time.

Grace: Or the last time.

Chelsea: I think if I’m going down to that basement, a shot of Leona’s ginger-ale is just what I need.

Leona: Oh yes! It’s zesty! I’ll have one with you.

Esther: Now Leona, maybe you might want to stick with wine, at least.

Leona: To Chelsea! (Tilts back the glass and passes out behind the bar.)

Millie: I guess we’ll have to get our own drinks from