Paladin: Augusta, will you join us?
Augusta: By all means, what are you drinking?
Paladin: (Pulling Monk to his feet by the ear) Dom Perignon, and White Whiskey for my friend.
(Augusta starts to sit down, then freezes)
Monk: You'd better set down, Ma'am, you're liable to stick thataway.
Augusta: I don't believe it.
Paladin: It's true, this is a miracle of modern science and American plumbing.