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Yeah, it used to be a liquor store
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owned by this old Irish guy
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who had freckles on his penis.
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Sometimes he'd corner you and flash it,
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but then he'd always comp you a free lotto ticket.
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Okay, well, let's try and keep that sort of charming nostalgia
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out of our sales pitch.
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Oh, that's the owner.
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I scoped it out before you got here.
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And remember, I'll do the talking.
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Why don't I get to talk?
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Freckled penis.