“why don’t we have a beer and talk about it?” Clark said.
“Because it’s breakfast,” I told him.
“It’s only weird if you’ve slept,” he said. “I’ve been up all night. I haven’t slept in days.”
“I’m not having beer with you at nine in the morning,” I informed him.
“Well then at lunch,” he said. “We’ll have lunch at the pub and we’ll order every sandwich on the menu and a pint of every beer they’ve got on tap and we’ll discuss the movie.”
“I’m not going to do that,” I said.
“Why not?”
“There’s seventeen sandwiches on the menu and over thirty beers on tap.”
“I’m buying.”
“It’s too much.”
“I’ve got money.”
“It’s too much beer and too many sandwiches.”
“Well, we’ve got to try them some time,” he said.
“Why?”
“Catering.”