Mickey

Oh, my liver! Why did I drink all those years? Why did I look for love in a bottle?

Wexler

Mr. Kramer? You're up.

Mickey

Wait a minute. You are doing gonorrhea, aren't you?

Kramer

Well, we'll see.

Kramer

(pulling a liquor bottle from his jacket pocket) Well, I guess it started about twenty years ago when I got back from Viet Nam, and this was the only friend I had left.