"Billy": William Doyle. "William Doyle." Good ol' Bill Doyle. You know, that sounds like a hell of a good name to me! Probably connected with the Boston Doyles. Old money, blue chip stock. You know, I think it's all starting to come back to me now.
"Sebastian": What puzzles me slightly is what a man of such undoubted good breeding would be doing wearing a coat that smells like an elderly male yak has taken a leak in both the pockets.
"Billy": Well, isn't it obvious?
"Jake": No, it isn't.
"Billy": Oh my god! My name's Billy Doyle and my cologne is "Eau de Yak Urine."