First man in bar: Oh, yeah. I wouldn't throw her out of bed for eating nachos.
Second man in bar: Hell, no! I'd drip that melted cheese right on top of her.
First man in bar: Whad'ya want?
Ephram: No, I, I was just, I was, I was just wondering if, if you guys might know where the, um, where the bathroom is. [long pause; men give Ephram the 'once-over'] Thank you.